Myla listened to the child and mother breathing together in sleep.
“Sweet dreams,” she whispered.
She went into the living room and made certain the lock on the door to the patio and the pool was turned. It was higher than Lily could reach, even if she dragged a chair over and stood on it.
Stefan and David sat at the kitchen table going over Stefan’s homework. She kissed the top of Stefan’s head.
“Get some sleep,” she said. “It’s been a big day for you. You have a lot to think about.”
“Can I keep the arrow for a while?” Stefan asked.
“Of course,” Myla said.
“It’ll remind me—it’ll remind me not to be afraid,” he said. He looked up at her.
“I’ll walk you to the barn,” David said.
“Sure,” Myla said. “There might be some ol’ coyote out there waiting to sing me a song.”
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