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Sara
Peter is quiet on the way back to our house, his expression closed off. I know he’s worried about me, but I wish he’d talk to me, distract me from my thoughts. Instead, he silently holds my hand, and as comforting as his touch is, it’s not enough to keep my mind from wandering… from going places I can’t have it go.
“So, is Esguerra going to help you get Henderson?” I ask brightly—partially because I’m curious, partially to have something to talk about. “You’re going after him, right?”
Peter glances down at me. “Yes—and he will.”
“Oh, good. Do you already know how you’re going to find him?”
“We have some ideas,” he says vaguely, then falls silent again.
Great. He probably doesn’t want to talk about it, lest I have another freak-out. Is this how it’s going to be with us from n
