Medora
The number you are trying to call has been disconnected.
Again.
And again.
And again.
My chest tightened as I threw the phone aside, storming toward the treehouse. “This doesn’t make sense. It’s been a week, Yellow—a whole week! Clyde’s number is disconnected, and he’s not in the treehouse or the main house!” My voice trembled with desperation as I pounded on the door once more.
Yellow grabbed my arm. “Okay, that’s enough. You’re going to break the door down if you keep this up!” she snapped, pulling me back.
“You don’t get it!” I hissed, yanking my arm away. My thoughts were spiraling. “He has to be in there! Maybe he just…can’t hear me knocking.”
“Medora, please don’t go insane,” Yellow said, her voice softer now, her eyes pleading.
Millie sighed from behind us, arms cro
