Andrew froze mid-step at Hazels words, the sound of sharply drawn breaths around him filling the air.

The thought of Hazels current predicament clenched like a fist in his chest. His own fists tightened reflexively, lips parting to speak but producing no sound.

Taking a steadying breath, he tried again. Mom, come with me. I need to talk to you.

The crowd: !!!

Mom?!?!

Hazel was stunned.

After he said that, the ...