The rain had finally stopped, but the air still smelled of it. The felt heavier than usual, as if the sky itself was holding its breath. Lynda stood in the living room, alone, arms tight around her body. She had spent the past hour trying, mostly in vain, to quiet her restless mind. But every path her thought took only led to another kind of fear.

Eleven’s warning still echo in her head like a curse, Marcus must disappear. Those words pressed down on her, a suffocating weight. She did not ...