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Back The Lighthouse Save as PDF
Chapters (50)
  1. PART ONE
  2. 1
  3. 2
  4. 3
  5. 4
  6. 5
  7. 6
  8. 8
  9. 9
  10. 10
  11. 11
  12. PART TWO
  13. 12
  14. 14
  15. 15
  16. 16
  17. 18
  18. 19
  19. 21
  20. 22
  21. 23
  22. 24
  23. 25
  24. 26
  25. 27
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  27. 30
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  30. 33
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  32. 35
  33. 36
  34. 37
  35. 38
  36. 39
  37. 40
  38. 41
  39. 42
  40. 43
  41. PART THREE
  42. 44
  43. 45
  44. 46
  45. 47
  46. 49
  47. 50
  48. 51
  49. 52
  50. EPILOGUE

The crowd swerved and followed Chloe down the street and out of the town square, gifting Amy a few precious seconds, which she was determined not to waste. She sprinted to her dad’s car and jumped straight in. She shoved the keys into the ignition and switched on the engine, but she was so desperate to get away that she planted her foot too hard and lost control. The car roared forward, veered to the right, then mounted the curb and plowed straight into the town square’s grassy plaza. Amy shrieked as she yanked the wheel this way and that while the car skidded across the lawn and crashed through abandoned food stands and arcade stalls. Once she had made it to the other side of the square and regained control, she slammed her foot down on the accelerator and sped out of town. She wasn’t stopping for anything.

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The roads leading to the ranch were in even worse condition than before. Hunched over the wheel, Amy drove as fast as she could without sending the car into a ditch or crashing into one of the many fallen trees. Finally, she rounded the last bend and saw the entrance to Ryan’s ranch.

Okay, here goes nothing . . .

Amy steered the car through the gap, zoomed straight up the driveway, made a turn right over a small crest, then made a second turn and caught her first glimpse of the house: a sliver of its roof. But then she saw something she wasn’t expecting: flashing lights. She slammed on the brakes and lunged forward. An ambulance was parked directly in front of the house, its rear doors wide open, rooftop lights silently spinning.

What the hell. What’s happened ? Was someone hurt . . . ?

There was no way of knowing without getting closer to the house, but how was she going to do that when there were people inside? They might have already heard her coming up the driveway.

This was a problem.

A big problem.

Slipping off her seat belt, Amy swung open her door and leapt from the car. She jumped the fence and ran into the field, taking cover behind a low ridge, then popped her head up and peeked at the house. The lights were on and the front door was open, but there was no sign of movement. She was still too far away. With the wind and rain lashing her face, it was impossible to see anything. She needed to get closer.