Parker's POV

　　My eyes narrowed as I picked up the piece of fabric, my mind racing with questions. Where did it come from? How did it end up here, in my secret base?

　　I brought the fabric to my nose, inhaling deeply. My scent wafted up, familiar and comforting. But what was it doing here?

　　My thoughts whirled back to the last time I saw Emma, the memory of her disappearance still fresh in my mind. I had been searching for her ever since, scouring the ...