Chapter 57

Dean’s POV

I show her the phone.

Roxie grabs it, and for one second she just stares, and then screams.

"NO!" She's already moving, trying to shove past me toward the gate like she can run there and pull June out of wherever she is by force. "No, no, give me my phone, I need to call her, I need to—"

"Roxie—"

"LET GO OF ME!" She's fighting Luke now, both his arms locked around her from behind, her whole body twisting against him, one hand still clutching my phone like she might throw it or crush it, I can't tell which. "She's seven, she's going to be so scared, I need to go get her right now—"

"Roxie, listen to me—" Luke's voice cracks, holding on even as she claws at his arms. "You can't go anywhere, we don't know where she is, you have to breathe—"

"DON'T TELL ME TO BREATHE." She's sobbing now, full-body,