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Even if his pregnancy ploy was acrueljoke.
Lost in thought, I didn’t realize when I bumped intosomebody.
“Myapologies- “
I cut myself off when I noticed who was standing in frontofme.
“George?” I asked. “You’re not yourthetent?”
Heshrugged. “No.”
Dread began to rise in my throat. “I thought Hector said he was going to speakwithyou.”
George glanced sidelong at his tent. “He did say that. But he’s notwithme.”
My eyes widened inhorror.
I ran to George’s tent and threw the front flap open. It was completelyempty.
Hectorwasgone.
