SUMMER'S POV
The drive back to George's house was silent the entire way. Felix had stayed behind to take Eleanor home and would meet us later. Nobody spoke. Nobody seemed to know how to. Everyone was lost in their own different worlds.
I stared out the window, watching the streetlights blur past, my mind spinning through every version of what might have happened to Clyde. My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
"It's going to be fine, Summer." Kingsley's hand found mine, steady despite everything simmering between us since the rooftop. "We're going to find him."
"How?" My voice cracked, and I hated how small it sounded. "He texted me. He said he was going to some welcome thing with Gabrielle and he'd be back the next day. That's it. That's all I have."
"We'll find him," Kingsley said again, h
