She flung herself at him, locking her arms behind his neck and very nearly knocking him off his stool.

They both laughed, and then they were kissing again. Deep, sweet kisses that tasted like destiny.

Luke wrenched from sleep to a sense of panic. How long had he been out? It felt like days.

What if he’d slept too long? What if he’d missed calls and they’d brought Finley back and he hadn’t been there?

Sheets twisted around his body as he grabbed his phone off the bedside table. It had been right beside him all night, ringer on.

Five a.m. Wednesday, March 31. No missed calls or texts.

He let his tight lungs release and collapsed back onto his pillows. His dim room closed around him. Eyelids sinking shut, he tested to see if he could sleep for another few hours.

No use. His body was having none of that.

He’d told his mom that he’d start his shift at nine. There was no way he could stay away from Finley that long, but he also couldn’t arrive at five thirty. That would insult the people who’d lost sleep to take that shift.

He went to his computer and searched through photo after photo of ATVs. He started with this year’s Polaris models, then worked backward in time.

At last, he found an image of an ATV, currently for sale in California, that was the same color combination and style as the one Ken had driven.

Luke took a screenshot of the photo and typed the pertinent information about the Polaris into an email. He directed the email to Detective Romano and hit Send.

When Luke arrived at Finley’s hospital room, he found his sisters inside, arguing over a TikTok video that Hailey loved and Blair hated. Their conversation jerked to a stop when they spotted his frown.

He went to the bed. Someone had recently brushed Finley’s hair. It flowed, shining, over her shoulder. Other than that, he saw no change. She was still trapped in her coma. Injured, unreachable, fragile.

Powerlessness turned his stomach to acid.

He’d do anything to change this. But he couldn’t. Not for her and not for Ethan. How was it possible that he was still standing, when he would’ve traded places with either of them?

He turned to his sisters. Hailey curled on the chair. Blair sat on the small futon, legs extended, combat boots crossed on the upholstery.

“Get sleep?” Blair asked.

“Some.”

“Then how come you look so grumpy?”

“Because I regret that Finley’s had to listen to you two fighting about TikTok. You do know, right, that we want to motivate her to wake up?”

Blair laughed. “Your brooding silence is going to motivate her to wake up?”

“I talk to her.” For hours and hours, in fact. “Why are you two here on a school morning?”