Chapter 25 Buried Truths

• The woods are a labyrinth of shadows, every snapped twig a gunshot, every rustle of leaves a pursuer. I don’t stop running until the cabin’s lights vanish behind me and my lungs scream for air. Somewhere in the chaos, Adam’s voice still echoes—*Go!*—but I don’t know if he’s alive, dead, or bleeding out in the dirt.
• Solo finds me at dawn, leaning against a moss-eaten oak. He materializes like a phantom, his black coat blending with the trees. “You look like hell, rabbit.”
• I don’t flinch. “Where’s Adam?”