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red-rimmed lids fluttered. “Flora?”
    “Take this.” Setting the paper bag on his lap, I smiled as much as I could. It didn't reach my eyes. “Food, pain meds, water. You'll need them.”
    The way his forehead crinkled said volumes. I knew my father; he was showing as much thanks as he ever would.
    Shutting the door, I stepped back. I realized that this was it. I was going to try and find Claudine, even if it meant leaving this tiny town entirely. My instinct blared that she wasn't here, not any longer. I could be gone for who knew how long—I had no clue, for sure—but I didn't have the heart to tell my parents.
    Maybe I'm a coward.
    I think part of me was worried that my parents wouldn't even try to stop me.
    I feared their indifference, so I never said a word about my plan. Turning, I hurried off towards the road, consoling myself with one simple phrase. One that Claudine had said to me again and again.
    It's for the best.
    I had to believe that. I wasn't turning back, regardless. Too much time had gone by, I knew something bad had happened to Claudine. I'd told the police who they should investigate. If they wouldn't, then I'd make the effort.
    On the barely lit streets, I made a fast path towards Fiddle's house. Yes, Fiddle. The kind of name you hear and go, 'Oh. Sounds like a suspicious person to me!'
    Seriously. I hate the fucking cops here.
    The street narrowed, guiding me down the cracked pavement towards the skinny building Claudine's boyfriend called home. As I jumped up the steps, I had a terrible second of panic. What if he isn't here anymore? Her motorcycle was gone, it was why the cops leaned heavily on the idea that she'd ridden off somewhere of her own accord. Maybe she and her boyfriend had left together.
    But... without telling me? That wasn't like her.
    Walking away will tell me nothing. If there was a sliver of information to be gained—even if it was that Fiddle and Claudine were both gone—I needed it.
    I was hoping for answers tonight.
    What if I got none?
    Glancing up, I caught the flicker of light in a high window. Thank god. Some of the tension in my ribs eased away. Steeling my nerves, I banged my knuckles on the door—first softly, then louder.
    Hovering on the front steps, I tucked my hands in my coat and waited. Around me, the night was giving me goosebumps. Yes, I knew this town, but that also meant I knew this area wasn't the most... friendly. Standing here made me feel like a target, though for who, I couldn't say.
    The crunch of the door tipping inwards made me jump. Through the crack, I saw Fiddle's angular face. In the shadows, his eyes were more sunken in than usual. “Who the fuck are—Flora?” Blinking, he darted a nervous look over my shoulder. “Shit, what the hell are you doing here?”
    Peering behind me, wondering what he was looking for, I said, “Don't act stupid. You know why I'm here. I need to talk about my sister.”
    He licked his lips, his stare never settling. “Claudine, right. She's still missing?”
    Crossing my arms, I nodded. “A week now. Last I knew, she was with you.”
    Finally, Fiddle shot his frazzled eyes back to me. They studied my face, scanned for things I didn't understand—but that raised the hairs on my neck. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
    “I—you were dating.” My eyebrows crawled high, why was he acting so weird? Paranoid, I corrected myself. He's being paranoid. He must think he's in trouble. How do I calm him down? Under Fiddle's narrowed glare, I said as gently as I could, “It's okay. I just want a lead so I can have somewhere to search. I didn't finger you as a suspect to the cops or anything, alright?”
    That last part was a lie, but a pointless one. The cops didn't care that Fiddle had been with her, they'd said as much.
    For a long minute, the lanky guy considered me. His fingertips on the edge of the door were white as bone. Waves of unease came off of him in thick droves. Then, like I'd imagined it all, he