I quickly tell Lia, Tobias, and Chris that I have to go. My chest is tight, my mind already burning with too many questions. I push through the station gate, the heavy air lifting a little as I step outside.

But I don’t get far.

"June," Lia calls, catching up, tugging at my arm halfway through the gate.

I turn, "What is this?"

"You can’t just leave," she says, her voice tight, almost pleading.

I blink at her. "Why not?"

She sighs, glancing back toward the building. "Chris is going to ...