Rachel made her way into the junkyard in the early morning. Something was missing. It took a minute, then it hit her: it was too quiet. She hurried into the main workshop. Hannah, Jay, and Roxy were all there. All speechless, pensive even. Something was really wrong.
“What is it?” Her thoughts were immediately on John and Charlie. “Have you heard something?”
“No, as far as we know our boys are still enjoying their road trip,” Roxy said, transfixed by the dusty screen screwed to the wall.
Jay pressed an unsteady finger against it. The footage was from the day before. Rachel could see herself and Roxy talking by the gate, just before she got the urge to leave. Then she saw a girl step into the yard. She was younger than Rachel, and as she brushed by Jay"s shoulder Jay didn"t even notice h
