We get off at Sycamore Street, getting a view on a smaller park the moment the bus drives off. There are sky-high buildings, towering over us wherever we look. The sun is soon going to drop from the horizon, making the feeling of uneasiness intensify inside my chest. Great. Where to find Sheila now?
“Do you have any ideas where they could be?” I ask Katie, who already seems to be one step ahead of me. Or not. She’s scrolling through her i********:. I groan in frustration. “Seriously, we need to find them before the sun starts to set.”
“I’m working on it, don’t be such a crybaby,” she murmurs calmly in response, furrowing her eyebrows at the device in her hand. That’s when my curiosity gets the best of me and I peek over her shoulder, trying to see what she’s doing.
As I realize she’s st
