My eyes sweep past Kendrick and three other men, my eyes locking onto the big projector screen. I feel a pang in my chest.

“Elodie,” I hear Kendrick call out to me, but his voice is muffled and distant in my head. I don't even want to look at him as I stand face-to-face with the large screen. Charlotte's image stares back at me, and the room starts to spin.

What had John said again? Kendrick is looking for someone, and it's been going on for a while. On the screen next to Charlotte's image is a radar, accompanied by many other materials around the room.

Then it hits me,...