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Chapter Twenty<br />
Nathan<br />
ZOE HAD BEEN SPENDING A lot of time outside on the porch before and after her studies with Ashley.<br />
Scarlet may have inspi<strong>red</strong> her, I couldn’t be sure. When Zoe was asked what she was doing, she<br />
would barely explain.<br />
“Waiting,” she would say. She alternated between examining her fingers as they rested in her lap<br />
and squinting to see beyond the <strong>hill</strong>.<br />
I’d learned not to ask what she was waiting for. She wouldn’t tell me. I worried that she was<br />
missing her mother, but if Aubrey wasn’t who or what she was waiting for, I didn’t want to upset Zoe<br />
by bringing it to her attention. I worried that being safe wasn’t enough for my daughter. Then again,<br />
she seemed happy and hadn’t had an episode in over a week, so maybe I was so used to having<br />
something to worry about with her that I was overthinking things.<br />
“Zoe” I said, joining her on the porch. She’d been waiting quietly for nearly half an hour, and<br />
Ashley was waiting for her at the table. “Miss Ashley has made up some multiplication flash cards<br />
for you to try.”<br />
“I don’t really like math,” she said.<br />
I smiled. “I don’t really like math, either, but sometimes we have to do things that aren’t fun.”<br />
Her expression was thoughtful. “We have to do that a lot.”<br />
“Some days more than others. Are you ready”<br />
Zoe shook her head. That took me off guard. Zoe had never flat-out told me no before. I wasn’t<br />
sure how to react.<br />
“Why not”<br />
She pointed at the road. I turned, seeing a man and a girl just clearing the <strong>hill</strong>. At first I was<br />
startled, but then I realized they weren’t sick.<br />
“Is that Scarlet’s family” Zoe asked.<br />
“No. I mean, it doesn’t look like them.” The man was very tall and lanky, with his bald spot<br />
obvious from and vulnerable to the morning sun. His arms were abnormally long, and the closer they<br />
came, the longer they seemed to be.<br />
“Scarlet!” I called, wanting to mentally slap myself the second I yelled her name. Just like I fea<strong>red</strong>,<br />
she came running out the door, already breathing hard from hope and anticipation.<br />
“Is it them” she asked, just as they came running for the farmhouse.<br />
“Oh, God, no, I’m sorry,” I said, feeling like a complete ass.<br />
Scarlet kept her eyes on the pair, swallowing loud as they approached. Her whole body tensed and<br />
leaned in such a way that it looked like her heart was breaking on the outside of her body.