**Found**

I didn’t know how long I stayed crouched there by the abandoned bakery. My legs were stiff, my back ached, and my head was pounding. Everything felt heavy—my clothes, my limbs, my thoughts.

It was dark now, probably around seven or eight. I couldn’t be sure; I had no way of checking. I’d left my phone back at the mansion, and for the life of me, I couldn’t remember why. What was I even thinking? Why would I leave my phone behind if I didn’t plan to run away for ...