Chapter 6“If only I could wish,” a soft voice whispers on the line, “I would wish to go home.”
I am half asleep on the cool grass of the Japanese garden with Fenrir curled warm beside me, the phone cold between my ear and the ground. The heat of Fenrir is almost more than I can stand. But the voice rouses me and I sit up crossing my legs in front of me.
Do I have something?
I look down at the keypad on my phone and click 5-6-5-4. Focusing on the voice I’d heard, I ask, “Where are you?”
“Did you hear me?” the boy responds. He’s about twelve by my guess from the high-pitched, cracking, and annoying voice.
“Who are you?” I ask, boldly daring.
“Elliot.”
“Okay, Elliot, where are you?”
Fenrir gets up, glares at me for disturbing his nap as he turns, and sinks down with his back against m
