"No, I got lucky," Spencer said, mouth twisting slightly. "It was -- considering the circumstances, we all got pretty lucky." He twisted his fingers in his lap, tasting bile: lucky, with William frantic that morning about Travis, with the school nurse dead and the body that he and Mikey had found on the outskirts of the forest. He tried not to think about that too much; there were no kids missing. Not from their school, anyway.