Lily
If I thought running through this warehouse was torture with Dana chasing me, I was an i***t.
“Ryan!” I scream.
Still no answer. I retrace my steps back to our little hideout, take off in the same direction he did. My heart hammers. Is he hurt? Should I have taken the gun? Am I going to round the next corner and come face-to-face with Scott—Arthur? Am I already too late?
I pour on whatever speed I have left, looking for any clue.
There! That stupid cheese dust Ryan threw at them, smeared on the wall. I hang a sharp right.
“Ryan!” I shout again.
Nothing. With each step, I feel like I’m falling through time. The park on prom night. The car before his funeral, when I refused to go. The street I almost followed the hallucination into. The time I got lost on a field trip, and he was
