“Shut the hell up and move, Scott!” I screamed at the man who’d been the biggest bully in my class.

“Willow, sorry, I didn’t see you.”

I shoved my way past him and ran up the stairs, where Charity stood under my father’s arm. Mom and Travis watched nervously while Cam and Gideon conferred with Xander and Tim Hall.

“Cam!”

He looked over at me and immediately came my way.

“I know where she is.”

“Where?” Tim Hall demanded, but Cam just watched me, steady and calm.

“Her hard hat is gone,” I told him.

His eyes flared wide, and he pivoted to look down the long black tunnel of the mine. “Why would she?”

“She said something about me having that pin. The one I lost that day. And she was really upset that someone might find it before I did.” My knees weakened. “Cam, I think she’s looking for the ventilation shaft I fell down.”

He glanced back at the mine, and when everyone burst into questions and demands, he was already gone, already mentally down that shaft.

“What do we do?” Dad asked Tim Hall.

“We get search parties going,” Tim answered.

“How far was the shaft, Willow?” Charity grabbed my arms. “What do you remember?”

“You were there!” My voice pitched high. “You were with me until you weren’t!”

“I was eleven,” she whispered. “All I remember was walking so far, and then…it was dark, the batteries died on the lamp—at least that’s what we thought—so we put our hands on the wall of the tunnel and started walking back out. When the headlamp turned back on, you were gone. It was just us. I was eleven, Willow. I don’t remember the rest until Cam found us near the entrance.”

“I was nine,” I whispered.

The same age as Rose.

“Everyone get in the trailer,” Cam ordered. “Gideon, you start rounding up volunteers to search.”

“How far was that drop?” Dad asked Cam as we walked to the trailer, the crowd parting as we approached. “The shaft you pushed Willow up?”

“At least fifty feet,” he replied. “I don’t know how she survived it.”

“You did, too,” I told him as he took my hand.

“I had a headlamp and could more or less skid my way to the bottom. It was a miracle that all you did was break your nose.”

We filed into the trailer, and Cam pulled the blueprints of the Rose Rowan onto the drafting table. “We figured the shaft had to be one of these two.” He pointed to the longest ventilation shafts the mine had. They traversed three levels of the mine. “Xander, what do you remember?”

Xander shook his head as he studied the blueprints. “God, it was so long ago.”

“You were fourteen!” Charity cried. “That’s older than the rest of us. You have to remember!”