Before I could react, a large arm shot between us.
It was Ethan who’d followed us as planned.
He shoved the homeless man back hard enough that he stumbled.
“That’s far enough,” my brother said. “You trying to rob my sister?”
The man froze. “I wasn’t robbing anybody!”
“Then start talking,” Ethan said. “Where’s Lily?”
The man glanced between the two of us. His confidence faded quickly.
A large arm shot between us.
“I told her,” he muttered. “She’s here.”
Ethan crossed his arms. “Then show us. Now.”
The man swallowed and turned. “Follow me.”
We walked past the fire and toward a darker corner beneath the bridge.
Then I saw her! She sat on a blanket beside a small pile of bags and blankets. Her hair was longer than I remembered, and her face looked thinner.
But it was her!
“Then show us.”
“Lily!” The word slipped out before I could stop it.
She looked up, and for a moment she stared. Then she stood.
