My phone buzzed again.
I stared at the screen for a long time before opening it.
Another photo.
But this one made my heart stop.
It was Daniel.
In the hospital.
Taken just minutes ago.
My chest tightened.
He shouldn't have been alone.
Another message appeared.
"Round two."
Fear shot through me.
I immediately called Daniel.
No answer.
I called again.
Still nothing.
Amara grabbed her keys.
"We're going back."
The drive felt twice as long as before.
My heart pounding the entire time.
Because deep down I already knew something was wrong.
Very wrong.