Chapter 26
They drove home from the release site in silence. Taj stole the occasional glance at Kim. Each time she was staring out the window. He hadn’t realised what a wrench it would be for her to let the dingoes go, and his mind was awash with unfamiliar feelings. Kim’s raw torrent of emotion had flooded his defences, exposing the jagged, long-submerged rocks of his own grief.
When they reached the house, Kim sat awhile, blinking back tears and staring into middle distance. Taj handed her a dusty tissue he’d found in the centre console. She blew her nose, rubbed her blank eyes. He wanted to reassure her, tell her the dingoes would be safe, that she had nothing to fear. But that would be a lie. Risk was the price of freedom; he knew that better than anybody.
Taj glanced at the clock.
