“And your brother?”
“Rowan.”
The paramedics arrived fast, filling the small lobby with motion and noise. Rowan was rushed out on a stretcher, oxygen mask pressed to his face. Nolan wrapped a blanket around Maisie’s shoulders and guided her to a chair. That was when he noticed the bruises on her knees, the raw skin on her feet, the way she flinched when someone spoke too loudly.
“How long were you walking?” he asked.
Maisie thought for a moment. “I don’t know. It got dark and then it got colder. I just kept going.”
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