Gabby’s face is frozen over with a look of resolve and determination, but can see the sheer terror in her eyes.
"Pack an overnight bag Lu," Gabby says, her voice all of a sudden slow and steady, eerily calm. "Only the essentials. Right now. Go."
“But…” I start, helplessly confused, “…but, I didn’t even make up my mind yet, and I need time… are we really going to France, right now?”
“No, not France,” Gabby says, shaking her head. “It’s too late for that. There’s no time left. We need to get you to a safe place, immediately. He'll come for you if you aren’t hidden by midnight.”
I almost ask who ‘he’ is, but then it dawns on me with a dreadful certainty.
The dark-haired boy from the lighthouse tower.
“It’s good that you never changed out of your school uniform,” she continues. “Less t
