Milo’s POV
I can’t remember how I know about the creek. Harper must have told me about it once, I suppose; or maybe I stumbled upon her there once; I’m not entirely sure. All I know is, something inside me tells me to go there, and when I get there, I find him.
Jack Davis.
He looks dejected, to say the least. Makes sense, I suppose, given that the girl he loves—if I’m right about my theory—was just serenaded to by another boy, then started a giant gym fire and ran away.
I like Jack, and in another world, I might even take a seat next to him and offer him comfort, advice, and wisdom.
Not today, though. Not with my daughter missing.
“Jack,” I say sharply.
He jumps to his feet and whirls around, eyes wide. “M… Mr. Rivers?”
It’s a mistake people who don’t know me often make, calli
