Cindy and her father, Warma, had gone home, both of them doing everything they could think of to find answers.
Cindy had practically blown up her phone, sending message after message, scrolling through her contacts and texting nearly the entire school. Has anyone seen Abby? Did anyone hear from her?
Most people replied. Some didn't know anything, others gave useless guesses, but at least they answered. All except one person, Max.
His silence lingered like a stone in her stomach, but she didn't have the time to dwell on why he wasn't responding. Right now, she wasn't looking for explanations, she just wanted to know what had happened to her best friend.
Meanwhile, Warma had been fighting his own desperate battle for information. He'd called Aron, a man he trusted to handle dangerous situations. If anyone could do something, maybe Max and Aron together could.
Surprisingly, Aron had already known about everything going on. But Max… Max was in a hospital bed.
