Chapter 19
All my visions of finding the last point had always culminated in some wild third-act finale: the two of us lugging shovels and my trusty baseball bat to the X marking the spot, an entire string section poised to play a Psycho-style melody as we dug down to find… what? A killer’s concealed bunker? An unmarked mass grave? Yet my X had been there all along in plain sight, and bats and shovels couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
“Can’t be,” Ryan said, falling back a step as he scrunched up his face, visualizing the map. “No, no, we’ve missed something. Right?”
But I shook my head. “I’ve looked at that map a million times. It’s Avanic, and… God, the explosion.” Here I’d been wondering why just me, why not Ryan, why not my parents or my grandma, and the answer had been staring me i
