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Re-EntryAn all-encompassing terror enveloped Jonah, and he would have shouted if his chest allowed him the necessary air. He nearly cracked the flashlight as he raced to the place where Nella lay.
“Please God, not Nella.” The fact that this was the first time Jonah had prayed since he was eighteen didn't even compute to him. “Not her, please—she's just sixteen—”
He dropped down next to her, almost afraid to touch her. “Nella! NELLA!”
His body went colder and colder because he saw no signs of physical life whatsoever…
Nella coughed a dry, hacking cough and opened her eyes. “Jonah,” she whispered.
“Nella…” Relief grasped him so strongly, his chest hurt. “What happened to you?”
“Jonah…” Even Nella's whispering was laborious. “Dylan. It was Dylan…he…”
Jonah's eyes widened. That boy
