“Bruce, Bruce, you have to help me. Bruce—Bruce.”

Bruce spun frantically toward the sound, his heart pounding as he ran toward the woods.

It was unmistakably Meret’s voice.

“Where are you, Meret? Where are you?” he shouted. “Tell me where you are!”

“Hurry up,” the voice replied.

Meret’s voice sounded farther away now, thinner, as he ran.

“I’m coming, Meret,” Bruce said urgently, breathless. “But I don’t know where you are.”

Her voice seemed to echo from every ...