PART III
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FINN
The full moon shines brightly outside, bathing Zander’s apartment in silver light. Lance, Zander, and I watch as it glides into the Earth’s shadow, the light refracted from the Sun painting it red.
I look at Zander who is biting his nails. I think of rubbing his back, but Lance is already doing it.
Any minute now.
My hands are shaking. It’s been shaking ever since I arrived in Zander’s apartment. For the past six months, I’ve been playing different scenarios in my head. I’ve prepared questions to ask and how to get him back.
A hear a loud thud. I glance back at the two and see Zander lying on the floor, unconscious. Lance is kneeling next to him, trying to shake him awake.
“Finn! He’s not breathing!” Lance yells.
No. Please. No.
For a moment I thought Lance
