Chapter 41
Chapter 41 (Eleanor’s POV)
The morning after the hospital wasn’t normal.
Nothing felt normal anymore.
I woke up with a gasp, heart pounding, my body tangled in the sheets like I had been fighting a battle all night.
Maybe I had.
The shadows of yesterday clung to my skin, sticky and cold.
The alarms. The flashing lights. The footsteps thundering behind me.
They hadn’t caught me.
But it didn’t feel like I had escaped either.
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I sat up slowly, rubbing my face with shaking hands.
The first thing I did was check the window.
Pulled back the curtain just enough to peek outside.
The street looked empty.
Just a neighbor jogging by. A delivery truck pulling away.
But it still didn’t calm me.
It didn’t erase the feeling crawling under my skin — the feeling that someone was still out there.
Watching.
Waiting.
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I climbed out of bed and checked the locks on my bedroom door.
Checked the lock on the front door.
Checked the back door too.
Twice.
Mom would think I was being paranoid.
Maybe I was.
But after last night, I couldn't afford to be careless.
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I pulled the stolen file out from under my mattress, my hands trembling a little.
The folder felt heavier now.
Not just with secrets.
But with consequences.
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I sat cross-legged on the bed, spreading the papers out carefully.
Most of it, I had already read.
Clinical terms.
Brain scans.
Emotion charts.
Pictures of Alex and me, blurry and painful.
But tucked between two thick reports, almost hidden, was something new.
A single sheet of paper.
Different from the others.
Older.
More worn.
Covered in strange symbols and numbers.
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I frowned, picking it up carefully.
A code?
A map?
A message?
I didn’t know.
But it was hidden for a reason.
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I stared at it, my mind spinning.
What if it was a trap?
What if it was nothing?
Or worse... what if it was a clue someone had left behind — someone who didn’t get the chance to escape?
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A chill ran down my spine.
I folded the paper carefully and slid it into the pocket of my jeans.
If there was even a chance it could help me find Alex... I had to figure it out.
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I got dressed quickly — hoodie, jeans, sneakers.
Easy to move in. Easy to run in, if I had to.
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Downstairs, Mom was making breakfast.
The smell of pancakes filled the air.
Chris was sitting at the table, wolfing down bacon like he hadn’t eaten in a week.
Normal.
Safe.
At least on the outside.
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"Morning, sleepyhead," Mom said, smiling tiredly over her shoulder.
"Morning," I croaked back, my voice rough.
"You okay?" she asked, frowning.
"You look pale."
"Just tired," I lied smoothly, grabbing a piece of toast from the counter.
Chris snorted through a mouthful of eggs.
"She always looks like that."
I tossed a napkin at him half-heartedly.
Mom didn’t look convinced.
But she let it go.
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I left the house a few minutes later, my backpack slung over one shoulder, the folder hidden deep inside.
The walk to school felt longer today.
Every sound made me jump.
Every car that slowed made my heart race.
Every face in the crowd looked suspicious.
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I kept my head down and moved quickly, blending into the sea of students.
Pretending.
Always pretending.
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At my locker, Lena found me like always.
She leaned against the metal door next to mine, arms crossed, watching me closely.
"You’re jumpy," she said.
"Long night," I muttered, spinning the lock with shaking fingers.
Lena didn’t look convinced.
But she didn’t push.
Yet.
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We walked to class together, but I barely heard a word she said.
My mind was too busy spinning.
The file.
The code.
The feeling that someone was still following me.
And then, near the school gates, I saw him.
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Not Claire.
Not someone I recognized.
A man in a dark jacket.
Standing too still.
Watching too closely.
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I swallowed hard and looked away quickly.
Pretended not to see.
Pretended my heart wasn’t trying to punch a hole through my ribs.
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Maybe he wasn’t there for me.
Maybe he was just a new janitor.
A parent.
Anyone.
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But deep down, I knew.
He wasn’t just standing there for fun.
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I forced myself to keep walking.
Keep smiling.
Keep pretending.
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The school day dragged.
Each class felt like it lasted a year.
By the time the final bell rang, my nerves were frayed to pieces.
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Lena caught up with me again at the front steps.
"You wanna hang out later?" she asked, her voice hopeful.
"I can't," I said quickly.
"I have... homework."
She gave me a look.
The kind that said she knew I was lying but didn’t want to fight about it.
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"Okay," she said finally, swinging her backpack onto her shoulder.
"Raincheck?"
"Promise," I said.
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I watched her walk away, a sharp ache filling my chest.
She didn’t deserve this.
None of them did.
But I couldn’t drag her deeper into it.
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I waited until the crowd thinned out before leaving.
Keeping my head down.
Watching every shadow.
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The man in the jacket was gone.
But that didn’t make me feel safer.
It made me feel worse.
Because now I didn’t know where he was.
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When I got home, I locked the doors again.
Pulled the curtains.
Checked the windows.
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Then I sat on my bed, pulled out the coded paper, and stared at it.
Trying to figure out what it meant.
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Hours passed.
The sky outside turned gold, then deep blue, then black.
The numbers swirled in front of my eyes.
Nothing made sense.
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Until I saw it.
A pattern.
Hidden in the mess of letters and numbers.
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Coordinates.
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My heart jumped into my throat.
I pulled out my phone and plugged them into a map app.
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It wasn’t a random location.
It wasn’t just a street corner.
It was a building.
A storage unit facility on the far edge of town.
Old.
Abandoned-looking.
Exactly the kind of place you could hide something — or someone — without being noticed.
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I stared at the blinking red marker on the screen, my hands shaking.
Was it a trap?
Maybe.
Probably.
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But it could also be a lead.
A way forward.
A step closer to Alex.
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I stuffed the paper back into the file and hid everything under my mattress again.
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I needed a plan.
I needed to be smart.
I couldn’t just charge in without thinking.
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Tomorrow.
Tomorrow, after school, I would find a way to get there.
Alone.
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No one could know.
Not Lena.
Not Rick.
Not even my family.
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This was my fight.
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I curled up under my blanket, clutching a pillow to my chest.
Outside, the wind rattled the windows again.
I stared into the darkness, wide awake.
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They chased me once.
They would chase me again.
I could feel it.
Like a shadow breathing down my neck.
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But I wasn’t running anymore.
Not from them.
Not from the truth.
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Somewhere out there, Alex was waiting.
And I would find him.
No matter what.
No matter who tried to stop me.
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One step at a time.
One heartbeat at a time.
One truth at a time.
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And if the world thought they could erase us?
They had no idea who they were dealing with.