**Lynn's POV**

I drive too fast. My hands grip the steering wheel tight enough to hurt.

In the rearview mirror, Baron and Lira are quiet. Sensing my tension.

'Slow down,' Istha warns. 'We can't help Elin if we crash.'

I ease off the gas. Force myself to breathe.

It's barely eight AM when I pull into the Hills' driveway. The house is quiet. Still. Most of the neighborhood probably still asleep.

I gather the ...