Zoe pov
The sedan vanished around the corner and left a hole of silence where noise should have been. My heart filled the empty space a hot, hammering drum against my ribs and for a moment I could only stand there on the sidewalk, phone trembling in my hand, feeling useless and small.
Maya.
She’d been in the backyard. I’d been across the street, framed in the treehouse window, watching her search the place like she was unrolling a map only she could read. Then she’d fallen. I’d watched her fall. Then two men had come out of nowhere and grabbed her, forcing her into a car while she screamed my name. I had watched and done nothing. The memory of my frozen legs was a knife in my chest.
My thumb fumbled for 9-1-1 like my hands were made of someone else’s mistakes. The voice on the other e
