I leave the others behind, though the dog refuses to let me go alone. And so does Beckett.

"She's my responsibility," he says, though I know his need to find her is much more than that.

Oddly, Duet doesn't argue when I tell her I'm going without her. She just meets my eyes for a moment before hugging me. "Three," she says. "Love you."

My heart clenches as I embrace her. "Love you, Two."

She giggles softly, a little girl's sound, reminding me of who she ...