The farmer's market feels too bright today. Too cheerful. Too normal. Like the whole town is trying to pretend Drake isn’t still missing.
Noah and his dad left a little while ago to join the search party. I watched them disappear toward the trail entrance, the bond tugging at me until they were out of sight. I told them to be careful, but the words felt useless compared to the dread sitting in my stomach.
Emily has been acting weird all morning. Not just worried-weird. Not stressed-weird. Something deeper. Something she’s trying to hide.
She keeps glancing at the woods like she’s waiting for something to step out of them. Her hands shake when she thinks I’m not looking. And she hasn’t smiled once, which is how I know something is seriously wrong.
I tape another missing poster to the fr
