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Harper

She couldn’t reach her phone. She couldn’t move, period. One arm was stuck above her head. The other was pinned to her side.

But what good would her phone do her anyway? So many people would be making emergency calls that the cell towers would be swamped.

She could try yelling for help.

As if any emergency responders would come here first. As if anyone would think to check this place. Plus, she was pretty sure it was a bad idea to take super-deep breaths. All kinds of toxins could be leaking into the air, rising out of the debris.

Lying here in the dark, Harper realized this was exactly what she’d been afraid of ever since her mom died.

Being left alone and knowing nobody was coming for her.