“It’s Hannah.” Noah’s heart froze inside his chest. The world stopped. The birds ceased singing. The sun went still in the sky. “They—they found her body?” “Oh no! It’s so much better than that. We found her. We found Hannah. And Noah—she’s alive!” Noah sat down hard. Right on the curb. His legs turned to water and his stomach flipped upside down. Cold, wet snow leaked through the butt of his pants. He didn’t feel it.
