Zoe
I woke before dawn with a memory sitting sharp and sudden in my mind, the kind that arrives fully formed after weeks of circling just out of reach. I lay still for a moment, turning it over, making sure it was real and not just exhaustion playing tricks, before I got up and went looking for the others.
I found Mason first, already awake in the kitchen, and the words spilled out before I'd even poured myself coffee.
"I remember something," I said. "About Reyes."
He set down his mug immediately, giving me his full attention. "Tell me."
"When I was little, maybe eight or nine, my father used to take me fishing sometimes, out at this little lake about an hour from the garage. Just the two of us. He always called it our spot, said it was somewhere nobody else knew about." I could see i
