LANCE
“We f****d up,” Zander says, burying his face in his hands. These days, just looking at him hurts. His pain is almost palpable, the desperation to see his brother eating him away with each passing day.
But despite searching the hospital and the doctor’s house, there is still no sign of Alex.
“It’s my fault,” Finn adds. He looks pitiful. They all do, and I feel sick to my stomach. Fear and worry have doused the relief I felt when we learned that Alex is alive. Awful thoughts are running through my mind, but I hold back from voicing them out. Not when these two are always on the brink of losing it. Not when Zander needs me the most.
“The doctor disappeared. That’s almost as good as admitting he’s guilty,” I tell them. “The authorities are searching again, and so is the internet. It
