Gavin squeezed his eyes shut and thrust his hands through his hair. “This is all my fault. She could be anywhere.” His eyes burst open. “She could be in a ditch!” My insides clenched. “She’s not in a ditch. No one is ever in a ditch,” I said between clenched teeth, more to convince myself than anything else. Gavin shook his head, guilt raging over his features. “It must have happened at least once for people to always mention it. It’ll be dark soon, cold. There are, like, fifty ditches between here and town.” “Then pick one, and I’ll put you in it for causing this whole mess.”
