I jump back, crying out. It’s blood; it has to be. Panic makes my legs move, and then I’m in front of the building on the other side of the fence—with no idea how I got there. I bend over, clutching my side and trying not to vomit on my shoes. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t stop shaking.
Because even though there was no body, I know, I know in my heart that Trent is dead.The dumpster is a few blocks away, behind a Thai restaurant. I remember the location from the reports in Future-Adam’s safe. Maybe I should have come here first, but I have to believe that Trent is still alive. I have to hang on to the shred of hope that his body won’t be in the dumpster or that he’ll be injured and not dead, and I can somehow still save him. Otherwise it will all be for nothing.
And I’m not ready
