Quint appeared above us. “I’m sorry, but we need Talin,” he said.
I wondered what I looked like to him, my eyes swollen, cheeks wet.
I didn’t want Talin to go; her presence comforted me.
“Why?” Charlotte asked, with irritation, as if she knew how I felt about Talin.
“We turned Dad’s pickup into a sort of wagon. We’re going to use Fulton and Talin to pull it,” Quint answered, picking up Talin’s reins.
“They’ve agreed to come?” Charlotte asked.
“Eli and I didn’t give them a choice. To be honest, I think they were both so shocked to see Gabriella that it knocked the stubbornness out of them. At least for the moment,” Quint said, taking Talin’s reins and pulling her toward the side of the house. She fought him for a second and turned to look at me. I nodded my head toward Quint, and she
