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Chapter Nineteen<br />
Miranda<br />
I’D IMAGINED SO MANY TIMES in the last week what it would feel like to finally lie down in my bed, to<br />
feel the safety of the walls that my dad’s house provided, but even under a familiar comforter, my<br />
head resting on a pillow I’d picked out myself, I didn’t feel at home. I felt sick, displaced, and afraid.<br />
Bryce was lying behind me, his body outlining mine. My body was nearly in a ball, but Bryce<br />
made sure to surround me with his warmth and love, as if it would keep reality away.<br />
“I can’t remember the last thing I said to him, but I don’t think it was anything nice,” I whispe<strong>red</strong>.<br />
“He was excited that you were coming. If you weren’t nice to him, he obviously didn’t notice.”<br />
“I wanted to hug him.” I sniffed, turning my head so the sleeve of my zipup hoodie could catch<br />
more tears. “Getting here and being safe meant him being here to protect us. I don’t know where my<br />
mom is, and my dad is dead. Leah’s dead. I have no one.”<br />
Bryce propped his head up with his hand. “You have Ashley, and you have me.”<br />
Those words should have offe<strong>red</strong> more comfort than they did. I lay there until the rain began to<br />
patter on the roof and Bryce’s breathing turned deep, and rhythmic. The lightning cast quick flashes<br />
and shadows on the wall, including my own as I quietly snuck to the door and into the living room.<br />
Scarlet was asleep on the couch, a rifle nestled in her arms like a child. She’d always been kind to<br />
us, and her little girls were so sweet. Once when Dad made Ashley and I help him burn brush, Jenna<br />
and Halle helped, too, entertaining us so much that by the time we were finished, it barely seemed<br />
like we’d started.<br />
I crept over to the front door and twisted the knob.<br />
“I wouldn’t,” Scarlet whispe<strong>red</strong> in the dark.<br />
I jumped, and then when my nerves stopped trying to jump out of my skin, I sat on the rocking chair<br />
adjacent to the couch Scarlet was resting on.<br />
“That was smart. The cans, I mean. I would have never thought of it.”<br />
She didn’t raise her head, and if she hadn’t spoken to me moments before, I would have thought<br />
she was still asleep. Lightning lit up the room for a second, and I caught sight of a tear dripping from<br />
her nose.<br />
“They’re probably worried about you, too,” I said. Trying to comfort someone else made me feel<br />
better. It kept my mind off the fact that I was probably an orphan.<br />
“I worry about them being outside in this weather,” Scarlet said, sitting up. “I worry that Andrew<br />
was hurt or killed and they’re alone.”<br />
“Worrying won’t help them.”<br />
“I know,” she said quietly. “You shouldn’t go outside. I’ve watched out the window at night.