CHAPTER 50

"I'm always right." Woody smirks, walking up to me. I glare at him before yawning for the second time. Woody stands in front of me, raising his hands to place them gently on my shoulders. He glances down at me with a softened look in his eyes.
"I know you're desperate to find them and we will find them."
"You think?" I question softly, the anxious feeling inside my stomach growing by the second. Despite wishing Woody was right, I can't help but imagine what will happen if we don't find...