Dozens of comments poured in—each one a confusing, frantic thread leading nowhere. Some swore they saw an eagle flying toward the hills; others insisted it had dropped something by the river. Samantha read every message, her heart lurching with hope each time—only for it to crumble moments later.
The clock seemed to move faster with every unanswered message. Samantha felt time slipping through her fingers, the window to find Juniper narrowing by the minute. Sitting still wasn’t an option anymore. She knew, deep down, that if she didn’t act soon, Juniper would be lost forever.