24
It’s who-knows-what-o’clock in the morning, and Maxon is dragging me down a darkened corridor in Arx Hall. We thought that staying in Antrum would put his little mind at ease about Hildy, but if anything, being close to her has made him even more agitated.
As long as I’m awake, she won’t forget to wake up, either. Classic kid logic, and I can’t talk him out of it. At least, he’s not having one of his flashbacks again. I found him cowering in the corner of his bedroom this morning, crying about the dark. Makes me want to weep too, every time.
“Come on, Mommy. Faster!” Maxon’s black hair sticks up at odd angles, as do the lapels on his striped pajamas.
I start to jog. “Okay, baby. But remember our deal?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
We turn down another hallway, taking the well-known path to the i
