“You haven’t left the house in months, and suddenly you’re off to Tennessee twice in twenty-four hours? It’s a little strange.”
“More so than you know,” I told Shelby. “But all for good reason.”
“Which is?” Rip asked.
“Which is a tree.” I told them about the diary, about Jefferson and Calvin, and the acorn that might have grown to be a mighty oak. “I want to save that tree.” I left out the part where I’d put the trip idea in motion before I even knew about the tree. Saving it would sound far more logical than the other part of my plan, I figured. My sister and Rip already kept exchanging glances, glances full of doubt and worry.
“You didn’t mention anything about a tree before,” Rip pointed out.
Fuck. Busted. “Sure, I did. If I didn’t, I meant to. Either way, I have to take back the d
