The swamp all looked the same when you were terrified and running, and Lily just had to hope that she wasn’t heading toward deeper water, where gators had to live. She pushed vines and moss out of the way, scrambled over logs, and tripped over roots. Her shorts were soaked with mud, and she lost a flip-flop somewhere in the muck. She reached for the pocket where she usually kept her phone, but it wasn’t there. Her mom had taken it last night. All she could do was keep going. Finally, she heard laughter somewhere ahead and stumbled toward it.