It’s 7:07 pm. The house is still. The forest is quiet. But Lucia is about to break a rule.
I settle into the soggy grass beneath me; above her.
“What was that?” Beth whispered into the hollow dark.
It has been eight years since the interregnum began.
She straps down my arms at my sides. My hands would hang limp if I’d let them.
It was a cold night. Much colder than Rebecca had anticipated when she begged her father to take them on this futile adventure.