I was sitting beside his hospital bed when his fingers twitched in mine.<\/p>\n
At first, I thought it was just reflex.
Machines shifting. Nerves firing.<\/p>\n
Then his lips moved.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned closer so fast my chair scraped the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m here,\u201d I said. \u201cYou\u2019re safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes didn\u2019t open.
His voice came out dry, broken, like it had to crawl past pain to exist.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe tried to help me\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
A pause. A breath that sounded like it hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe girl\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
My mind went to Harper Voss immediately.<\/p>\n
But Mason shook his head\u2014just barely.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo\u2026 not her\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
His fingers tightened weakly around mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe recorded it\u2026 everything\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
A cold feeling slid through my stomach.<\/p>\n
\u201cRecorded what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe alley\u2026\u201d he whispered. \u201cThey saw her\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
The room suddenly felt smaller.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho saw her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason\u2019s breathing picked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cHunter\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice cracked.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd\u2026 the man in the car\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Sergeant Kyle.<\/p>\n
My jaw clenched.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to her?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Mason\u2019s lips trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey took her\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
The monitor beeped faster.<\/p>\n
A nurse rushed in, telling me to step back.<\/p>\n
But I didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d I demanded softly.<\/p>\n
Mason forced the last words out like they were tearing him open:<\/p>\n
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\u201cShe ran\u2026 but they caught her\u2026 behind the old gym\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
His grip loosened.<\/p>\n
And then he went still again.<\/p>\n
Not gone.<\/p>\n
Just\u2026 gone from me.<\/p>\n
I stood there, staring at him, my heart beating slower\u2026 colder.<\/p>\n
Because I knew something the police didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
No girl had been reported missing.<\/p>\n
No witness had come forward.<\/p>\n
No recording had been mentioned.<\/p>\n
Which meant only one thing.<\/p>\n
They didn\u2019t just beat my son.<\/p>\n
They erased the only person who tried to save him.<\/p>\n
And now\u2026<\/p>\n
I was going to find her.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t go to the police.<\/p>\n
Not this time.<\/p>\n
Because the last time I trusted them, they tried to turn my son into the criminal.<\/p>\n
Instead, I went back to Oak Haven High.<\/p>\n
Not through the front.<\/p>\n
Through memory.<\/p>\n
Mason said she ran behind the old gym.<\/p>\n
So I walked there at dusk, when the school was empty and the shadows were long enough to hide mistakes.<\/p>\n
The back field was quiet.<\/p>\n
Too quiet.<\/p>\n
No students.
No teachers.
Just wind brushing against the chain-link fence and the faint smell of wet asphalt.<\/p>\n
Behind the gym, there was a narrow service path most people didn\u2019t notice.<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
Because that\u2019s where fear likes to hide.<\/p>\n
I followed it slowly.<\/p>\n
Step by step.<\/p>\n
Watching.<\/p>\n
Listening.<\/p>\n
Thinking like the people who did this.<\/p>\n
Then I saw it.<\/p>\n
A phone.<\/p>\n
Half-buried in the dirt near the fence.<\/p>\n
Cracked screen.<\/p>\n
Mud dried along the edges.<\/p>\n
I crouched down and picked it up.<\/p>\n
The screen flickered when I pressed the power button.<\/p>\n
Still alive.<\/p>\n
Just barely.<\/p>\n
I wiped the glass with my sleeve.<\/p>\n
And that\u2019s when I saw her face.<\/p>\n
Lock screen.<\/p>\n
A teenage girl.<\/p>\n
Brown hair. Soft smile. School hoodie.<\/p>\n
Normal.<\/p>\n
Too normal.<\/p>\n
For someone who had just vanished.<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
Victor.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found something,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did I,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n
His voice wasn\u2019t calm.<\/p>\n
That got my attention.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s no missing person report,\u201d he said. \u201cNo transfer record. No withdrawal form. Nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt gets worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
I went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cTalk.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s like she never existed.\u201d<\/p>\n
A cold silence filled my chest.<\/p>\n
I looked back at the phone in my hand.<\/p>\n
At her smiling face.<\/p>\n
And for the first time since Mason woke up\u2026<\/p>\n
I felt something new.<\/p>\n
Not anger.<\/p>\n
Not revenge.<\/p>\n
Something deeper.<\/p>\n
Something darker.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey didn\u2019t just take her,\u201d I said quietly.<\/p>\n
Victor didn\u2019t respond.<\/p>\n
Because he already knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey erased her.\u201d<\/p>\n
And if they could do that to her\u2026<\/p>\n
Then Mason was never the real target.<\/p>\n
He was just the mistake\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n