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Chapters (48)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT
  3. CONTENTS
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. ONE
  6. TWO
  7. THREE
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“Don’t look back when we leave this place. It will be just like the days of Sodom and Gomorrah when we leave camp.” The fire in his eyes matched the flames of the ones the others had set this morning. “The Lord ordered them not to look back, but what happened?” He didn’t wait for us to respond. “Sarah was turned to a pillar of salt on the spot.” He snapped his fingers. “Just like that. Because when you leave, you leave it all behind. You burn your bridges and your ships.”

And that was what we had done. We’d loaded ourselves up with as much as we could carry and run through camp, setting things ablaze.

“Burn it down to the ground,” Abner had ordered.

I choked on the fear working its way up my throat. It left a bitter taste. I could barely make out Abner and Will at the front of the pack, leading the way through the snarled forest, the only ones who’d been back to the vans since we set up camp. He was wrong about everything. This wasn’t the beginning. It was the end.

TWENTY-NINE

TWENTY-NINE

MEREDITH

NOW

I was having a hard time remembering Scott’s password, since I rarely used the computer in our bedroom and stress made me forgetful. I still hadn’t calmed down from this morning. Abbi had come into our bedroom before breakfast and told us that someone had posted a death threat to Kate on the forums. She was completely freaked out about it, and even though Scott assured her it was probably just another troll, she’d begged him to let her stay home from school. I was glad he’d made her go, though. There’d been so many nutjobs over the years who’d posted that I didn’t blame Scott for staying away from anything written about Kate online. But the threat, stacked on top of Kate’s phone call last night, had my nerves on edge, and Scott’s conversation with Dean hadn’t helped at all.

He’d called Dean after he’d dropped Abbi off at school, and we’d been texting about it ever since. His password popped into my head, and I quickly typed it in before I lost it again. Scott had asked him about the forum thread, and he’d said the same thing as Scott—don’t worry about it. Dean hadn’t been all that concerned about the phone call either. He’d told Scott that Kate had gotten up at night and walked around the house quite often, but that she’d never made a phone call. He’d also said that she’d seemed confused and disoriented about the time of day whenever anyone had tried to talk to her and was sure that was what had happened last night. Scott had agreed with his reasoning.