Harper's POV"Where is she?" I yelled at my brother, Steve, as he ran out in search of me. My voice trembled slightly, betraying the storm of emotions roiling inside me. Anger, fear, and exhaustion battled for dominance. "I don't know," replied my sister, Esther, coming from the back of the house. She sounded irritated, but her furrowed brow betrayed her own worry. "I can't find her either." They were frustrated—I could sense it, but their concern wasn’t born of love or care. No, it was control. That thought burned through me like acid, hardening my resolve. "This has gone further than an ordinary prank," said Steve. His voice was low, almost casual, but the underlying edge of irritation made my stomach twist. What? He thinks this is a prank? A bitter laugh bubbled up in my chest, but I bit it back. Think again, brother. I shrank farther into the shadows, clutching my bag tightly. I couldn’t let them find me. Not now. "She couldn't have gone far. Where else could she possi
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