“Amelia? Is everything all right?” His voice is deep and oddly comforting even though I really only talk to him when bad things happen.

“No, not really.” My voice sounds small, and he waits for me to continue. “There’s a video of me online. It was taken a few weeks after I arrived here in King City. I’m not sure how long it’s been up, but our school mural is in the background. It doesn’t say the name of the school in it though, just Go Lions in the corner.”

He’s silent for a moment, and I shift my weight from one foot to another.

“Hmm.” Is what he finally settles on.

Hmm? What’s “Hmm”?

“So . . .” I hesitate. “What now?’

“Well, we’re already in the process of relocating you anyway. Just sit tight.”

The wind is knocked out of my sails. I feel empty, and stumped. That’s all? Sit tight? I had a whole fit of terror and yelled at Aiden for “Hmm. Sit tight,”?

I sit on my bed and stare at myself in the mirror. My face is blank, my hair in a messy bun on top of my head. “Okay. Do you have a date for when I’m officially leaving?”

I hear papers shuffle from his side of the phone. “Not yet. We’re still finalizing everything, sorting out the paperwork, that sort of stuff. Can you send me the video so I can assess the situation better?”

“Oh, okay.” That doesn’t really answer my question. How long do I have left with Aiden? With my friends? I put him on speaker and text the video to him.

“Maybe two weeks? Or three?” I push on for answers.

“Probably,” he replies. I’m silent as the video plays in the background. I hear my voice, then Kaitlyn’s. More paper sounds in the background. “We’re doing everything we can to find him, Amelia. This isn’t the end of the world. Focus on your schoolwork. Try not to get caught on camera again, okay? We’re keeping your mom updated with anything pertaining to your relocation.”

His lack of concern confuses me. I guess everything is fine and I overreacted? If anything, I feel like he’s underreacting.

“All right, then.” What else is there to say?

“Thank you for telling me about the video,” he says, almost as an afterthought. “Is there anything else you need from me, Amelia?”

For a second, I consider telling him about the file I found in Luke’s apartment, the one with information about Tony in it, but for some reason I hesitate. I’m not sure why, but something in the vagueness of his responses today has me holding back.

“Nope,” I say. “Have a great day.”

“You too. Call me if you need anything.”

The phone call ends, leaving me staring at myself in the mirror, the phone still pressed against my ear. That whole conversation left a funny taste in my mouth, but I’m not even sure why.

I’m still replaying my conversation with Agent Dylan in my head at school when Aiden appears beside my locker, making me jump.