Brooklyn's POVThe meeting spot was a small garden behind the old library, two streets from Westfield.Riley had picked it carefully. I could see why. Tall hedges on both sides, one wooden bench, a single lamp that had just flickered on in the early dusk. Nobody from school came here. Nobody from anywhere came here.I stood at the entrance for almost a full minute.My bag strap was twisted around my fingers so tightly it hurt. I had told Sawyer where I was going, and she had texted back three times in ten minutes. *Do not go alone. Send me your location. I mean it.* I had sent the location. I had not told her I was already walking.I could not think of one thing Riley wanted from me that would be good.She was sitting on the bench with her hands folded in her lap and her back perfectly straight. She still wore her Westfield blazer. Her hair was pinned neatly, her face calm, and she looked like someone waiting for a bus.She saw me and did not smile."You came," she said."You said we
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