MARY WAS gone.
And she hadn’t taken a single one of her belongings.
Lily stood in the center of the main room, body stiff, arms wrapped around herself as she tried to steady the panic that pressed against her ribs. Men moved around her like a storm—checking cameras, grabbing gear, barking orders—yet she felt strangely still, locked in her own whirlwind.
Ronan shoved through the crowd, his expression like carved granite. “No sign of her inside,” he told the group. “Check the yard, the roads, and the east trail. Someone go through her suitcase, see if anything’s missing.”
“Nothing’s missing,” Lily whispered, though no one had heard her the first three times she said it.
Jeremiah heard it now.
He was at her side in an instant, one hand gripping her upper arm—not tight, but grounding, pr
