HAYLEY
Panic takes root in my stomach as I stare at the ripped iron fencing. The sight is eerily familiar—like the night at Lucas's backyard over a month ago. I trace a finger around the shredded edges of the barrier, and when my gaze snaps ahead, my muscles go stiff.
Footprints stretches from where I stand, all the way into the woods ahead. s**t. I glance at the students laughing in the yard, completely oblivious to the gaping hole carved in the gates, before pulling my gaze back to the dense forests right in front of me.
Anxiety wells up in my chest as I gnaw on my bottom lip. Where the hell have you gone, Ax?
The bell shrills to signal the end of lunch break, and students start to head back into the building. Two security staff walk into the yard to ensure that no one loiters arou
