She had started to doze off when Tucker poked his head in.“Mack—”He stopped short when he noticed Quinn. “Oh, hi Quinn.”“It’s okay Tucker, go ahead.” Mack gestured for him to keep speaking.Quinn put her book down and straightened up, her eyes darting back and forth between the two men. Unintentionally, she put a hand up to her chest, a sad attempt to calm her racing heart.This is it.“They’re on their way back. He— uh, he got away.”Mack nodded and Tucker disappeared without another word. Quinn didn’t know what to think. She swallowed down the thick lump that had formed in her throat. How could she be both disappointed that Travis was still alive, yet thoroughly relieved that he wasn’t killed? It made no sense and these warring feelings were turning her into a wreck.“Can I go home now?” she asked, her stomach churning nervously.“Why don’t you wait for everyone to—”Mack was cut off by a loud crashing noise in the gym, followed by shouting. Without thinking, she raced down the hall, recognizing Rick’s voice.“Fuck!
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