Saving Sophia. The way we couldn’t save Abigail from the witch. I turn to look at Samuel, who’s staring up at the sky beside me. The old drive-in is already almost engulfed in darkness; I wonder if this is around the time movies started, back when this place was open. I wish I’d been here. I wish I’d known Live Oak before it was full of For Sale signs and monsters. “It’s still not the werewolves I’m most scared of,” I say quietly. “It’s not knowing what will happen. Not understanding what Sophia will do tomorrow night at the festival. I thought everything would be fine once I knew what the witch was, but there are so many other mysteries now.” “You can’t save everyone.” Samuel’s words are so blunt that they surprise me, so opposite of my brother’s mentality that they feel foreign. He sighs and shakes his head. “I’ve been trying to save the girls in Live Oak for two years. Sooner or later, you have to realize—you can’t save them all.” “Then how do you choose?”
