““Travis ran his hand over the stubble on his scalp, shaking his head. “He didn’t get out,” he whispered. “He didn’t get out, Pidge.” My breath caught as I watched the soot on his cheeks streak with his tears. He fell to his knees and I fell with him. “Trent’s smart, Trav. He got out. He had to have found a different way,” I said, trying to convince myself as well. Travis collapsed into my lap, gripping my shirt with both fists. I held him. I didn’t know what else to do.””
