Lucretia ran to the summer hut on the school grounds, sinking onto a bench as sobs shook her shoulders. Meanwhile, Mimie and Crystal were racing through the school, scanning every hallway and empty classroom, their worry growing.

“Where could she be?” Mimie muttered, glancing around anxiously.

Crystal looked at her, deep in thought. “Or could she be…”

“In the infirmary?” Mimie suggested, eyes widening as she caught on.

“That’s what I was thinking. ...