Chapter 42
The heavy night was waiting, and I nearly made it all the way home before I started to seriously fall apart. For some reason the leftover Minties wrappers on the back seat of Aunt Lily’s car reminded me of the white butterflies that had danced around me by the River that morning, and then it was suddenly all too much. The vast disparity between my time spent in Eden and what had happened since was just too difficult for me to integrate. My heart was still full of joyful songs and exuberant play but then I had been smashing rocks and pressing my fingers against a severed artery.
My aunt had told us that Harry was still unconscious. I didn’t know what that meant. He’d seemed so much better when we’d left the cave. Was the healing power of the Fruit only temporary? If only he’d a
