“Because it’s dangerous and not doing Morgan any good, and because I’m going to talk to Toivo about this.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I do not want to be on the receiving end of my brother’s wrath when he finds out I went snooping in his bedroom.

“I won’t go alone.” Aoife pulls out her phone and starts tapping at the screen.

“Sorin?” Morgan asks, and Aoife nods without looking up. “Sure you can trust him?”

“I think so,” Aoife says. “Can I take your backpack? I don’t want to touch the book if I can help it.”

Before handing it over, I pull out the folklore textbook. Aoife’s phone beeps as she shoulders my backpack.

“Okay, he’s meeting me downstairs. Wait here, I’ll call when I’ve got something.”

“We can help too,” Morgan says.

“Oh no, you two have done quite enough already. Stay here and stay out of trouble, got it?”

Morgan glares but doesn’t argue as Aoife ruffles his hair then leaves the room.

We sit in tense silence, listening to the sound of Aoife’s fading footsteps. The swelling around Morgan’s eyes goes down a bit and he stops sneezing.

“It’s my fault Hannah is missing,” he says. “I should’ve walked her back to Kivitalo.”

“It’s not your fault.” I want to hug him, but I’m not sure he’d appreciate it. “It’s our fault,” I say instead, even though the admission blisters my tongue. “Which is why we are absolutely not going to just sit here.”

“Oh, I have no intention of doing nothing.” He pops his knuckles.

“First of all, students need to know what’s happening. It won’t take long to draft a couple of paragraphs about the missing students, and Hannah. If you want. Or not, of course.”

“You can write about Hannah. I want everyone to know what’s happening, but we shouldn’t publish it in the Messenger.”

“Now you sound like my mom,” I say.

“I just think we need the students to know without tipping off the teachers. Any of them could be involved, right?” he says. “So we post it somewhere only students will read it.” He fishes his phone out of his jeans. “Here.” He opens up some gaming-related forum I’ve never seen before. “Enough students are on here that they’ll get the word out.”

“What if there are students involved?”

Morgan chews on his bottom lip. “Guess we’ll have to risk it. Start typing. Characters are limited so you’ll have to summarize.” He hands the phone to me. The cursor blinks at the start of a blank post, waiting for my words. “Just say enough to let students know about the danger, not to walk alone anywhere, watch out for their friends, that sort of thing.”

“You sure you don’t want to write it?”