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Authors: Jennifer Martucci, Christopher Martucci
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prompting me to add to what he’s said.
“Yes,” I say with a forced smile.
An irritable expression races across Ross’ face like a storm cloud overtaking a clear sky. He recovers quickly, but not before narrowing his eyes at me.
“Okay then,” he says and claps his hands loudly. “Have a good night and I’ll see you all in the morning.”
Ross turns and leaves us in the hut. The children set about inspecting a stack of sleep sacks that are in much better condition than the ones June and I had. I immediately move toward Will and tug his arm. I pull him out of earshot from the children.
“What’ s going on with you?” I do not waste time and demand. “I thought you were as freaked out as I am, what with the women and the weird interaction and everything,” I say sharply.
“What’re you talking about?” Will snaps back at me.
“What am I talking about?” I unleash on him. “Have you lost your mind? Don’t you remember how that old guy looked at me when we first got here? And what about the children, the babies , with those old women, none of that strikes you as odd?”
I expect Will to lose his temper and shout at me. I am angry and scared and not expressing myself in a calm or rational fashion. But he does neither. Instead, his features wilt a s if I’ve reminded him of very important points, and I begin to wonder whether I am losing my mind.
“Both of those instances were very odd,” he admits then scrubs both hands over his face.
“Who do you think the kids and the babies belong to?” I ask and rein in my temper.
“That’s a good question. I have no idea,” he says.
“Will, I think we’re in trouble here,” I look over my shoulder to make sure the kids do not here me and whisper.
“Avery,” Will says gently as he tips his head to one side. His pale blue-green eyes glow in the dim light . He places his hand on my forearm. His touch is so light it sends a small shiver racing up my arm. “I think not sleeping for so long is getting to you. I think it’s affecting your judgment, making you a little paranoid,” he says. “Let’s try to get some sleep. We can talk more about it in the morning, once we’ve rested. I don’t know about you, but I’m more exhausted than I’ve ever been,” he says and traces a small line with his finger down the soft underside of my forearm. The sensation is so exquisite I could cry. His handsome face and mind-scrambling touch combined with the soothing tone of his voice muddles my thoughts, my memory. We have all been through so much in the last few days. Will and his siblings lost their parents. They watched them die. He is deserving of a night of rest at the very least. I suddenly feel selfish for burdening him with what may very well be paranoid imaginings of an overtired brain.
Standing as close to Will as I am and enjoying his fingertips atop my skin, I almost forget what I am so upset about. Almost.
“We’ll talk in the morning,” I agree. If they don’t slit our throats while we sleep , I add in my head.
I step away from Will, away from the delightful feel of his touch, and grab a sleep sack. I unroll it beside June and, after saying goodnight to her and the others, I lay flat on my back.
My limbs feel as if they are melting into the dirt floor beneath me. Every part of me becomes heavy, even my eyelids. Much-needed sleep finds me and I drift off.
Chapter 4
I do not know how much time has passed when I wake with a start. The flame inside the lantern is so small I can barely see the inside of the hut. All I am able to make out are the shapes of sleeping bodies. I count quickly, tallying four to be sure, before climbing out of my sack and scuttling next to each of them. When I hear deep, even breathing, I am calmed somewhat.
But that calm comes to an abrupt end when the muffled sounds of cries echo through the stillness. The fine
“Yes,” I say with a forced smile.
An irritable expression races across Ross’ face like a storm cloud overtaking a clear sky. He recovers quickly, but not before narrowing his eyes at me.
“Okay then,” he says and claps his hands loudly. “Have a good night and I’ll see you all in the morning.”
Ross turns and leaves us in the hut. The children set about inspecting a stack of sleep sacks that are in much better condition than the ones June and I had. I immediately move toward Will and tug his arm. I pull him out of earshot from the children.
“What’ s going on with you?” I do not waste time and demand. “I thought you were as freaked out as I am, what with the women and the weird interaction and everything,” I say sharply.
“What’re you talking about?” Will snaps back at me.
“What am I talking about?” I unleash on him. “Have you lost your mind? Don’t you remember how that old guy looked at me when we first got here? And what about the children, the babies , with those old women, none of that strikes you as odd?”
I expect Will to lose his temper and shout at me. I am angry and scared and not expressing myself in a calm or rational fashion. But he does neither. Instead, his features wilt a s if I’ve reminded him of very important points, and I begin to wonder whether I am losing my mind.
“Both of those instances were very odd,” he admits then scrubs both hands over his face.
“Who do you think the kids and the babies belong to?” I ask and rein in my temper.
“That’s a good question. I have no idea,” he says.
“Will, I think we’re in trouble here,” I look over my shoulder to make sure the kids do not here me and whisper.
“Avery,” Will says gently as he tips his head to one side. His pale blue-green eyes glow in the dim light . He places his hand on my forearm. His touch is so light it sends a small shiver racing up my arm. “I think not sleeping for so long is getting to you. I think it’s affecting your judgment, making you a little paranoid,” he says. “Let’s try to get some sleep. We can talk more about it in the morning, once we’ve rested. I don’t know about you, but I’m more exhausted than I’ve ever been,” he says and traces a small line with his finger down the soft underside of my forearm. The sensation is so exquisite I could cry. His handsome face and mind-scrambling touch combined with the soothing tone of his voice muddles my thoughts, my memory. We have all been through so much in the last few days. Will and his siblings lost their parents. They watched them die. He is deserving of a night of rest at the very least. I suddenly feel selfish for burdening him with what may very well be paranoid imaginings of an overtired brain.
Standing as close to Will as I am and enjoying his fingertips atop my skin, I almost forget what I am so upset about. Almost.
“We’ll talk in the morning,” I agree. If they don’t slit our throats while we sleep , I add in my head.
I step away from Will, away from the delightful feel of his touch, and grab a sleep sack. I unroll it beside June and, after saying goodnight to her and the others, I lay flat on my back.
My limbs feel as if they are melting into the dirt floor beneath me. Every part of me becomes heavy, even my eyelids. Much-needed sleep finds me and I drift off.
Chapter 4
I do not know how much time has passed when I wake with a start. The flame inside the lantern is so small I can barely see the inside of the hut. All I am able to make out are the shapes of sleeping bodies. I count quickly, tallying four to be sure, before climbing out of my sack and scuttling next to each of them. When I hear deep, even breathing, I am calmed somewhat.
But that calm comes to an abrupt end when the muffled sounds of cries echo through the stillness. The fine
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