Rissa’s POV

I crouched near the old tree line, scanning the ground. That’s when I saw it. A piece of my ribbon. Only now it was gone from me, half-buried in the dirt, the end frayed clean.

Someone had taken it.

Before I could think too much about it, Mark’s voice came from behind me. “You shouldn’t be this far out.”

I turned sharply, holding up the ribbon. “Did you take this?”

He blinked. “What?”

“This.” I held it higher, my voice rising despite myself. “Did you ...