Harper’s POV
I don’t see the note right away. I like to consider myself a fairly observant person, but it’s a small, little thing, a folded up sheet of paper on top of the thick, chopped log I’ve been using as a cross between a stool and a desk.
I don’t see it until after I’ve noticed that Jack’s gone.
He’s been sleeping next to me most nights. He crawls in after my parents have gone to bed and blinks out as soon as we hear footsteps approaching our tent in the morning, but he’s never missed a night.
I slip out of my tent to see if he’s out by the smoldering fire, but he’s not. The campground feels eerily empty, the bulk of us still out attacking the Originalists.
I should link to my parents to see if they’re okay, but I don’t. I link to him.
Jack?
Nothing.
My heart starts to p
