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She also looks alive.

Taylor stops the SUV.

I get out.

Hayley looks up.

Our eyes meet across the compound.

Neither of us moves.

Not this time.

No running.

No desperate embrace.

The danger is passing.

Reality is arriving.

Eighteen years stand between us again.

Then Hayley looks at the empty space beside me.

Her expression changes.

“Where's Sage?”

“At the motel with Will.”

She stands so quickly the paramedic nearly drops the bandage.

“She's there?”

“Yes.”

“She's safe?”

“Yes.”

“Can I see her?”

The fear in her voice tells me she expects there might be a reason she can't.

I walk closer.

“You don't have to ask me.”

Her eyes fill.

“I don't know what I'm supposed to do.”

Neither do I.

But this part is easy.

“We go to her.”