“So what are you reading?”
“Hmm, let me guess. It’s the memoir of a seventeenth century nun and you’re reading it because you’re about to get yourself to a convent.”
“Oh yes! However did you know? I’m going to devote myself to God and remain chaste all my days. I can’t wait! I will, of course, be sure to remember your sins in any orisons I may say.”
“Hey, I’ve never seen you before today. How can you know what my sins are?”
“But if you want to find out, I know a place we could get coffee.”
JA-son. JA-son. Her heart thudded his name.
Her feet had led her to Maywood Glen.
She couldn’t go home. They’d be waiting for her there. She couldn’t leave Sunset Valley. Jason had said that the roads would be watched.
She remembered her anxiety on the morning that Shannon had assigned her this stupid horrible story. She’d thought then that she was smart and strong, that she could handle anything.
She didn’t think she could handle this.
Then she looked up and saw it. It was barely visible through the trees, but there it was. Still shattering the poor moonlight on its rocks.
And then suddenly she knew.
Fire. Death. Alone.