“Boston or New York, I should think. After that, I’m not sure. Not the police,” he added. “Are you all right?” He meant both of them: Emily was still seated, eyes vacant; she had said nothing.
“We’re okay,” Carey answered, glancing at her friend. Matthew helped Emily to her feet, put one arm around her, another around Carey.
“I want you to go back to the house. Make sure Diana’s all right: don’t let her out yet, but see if she needs anything. If anyone comes in from the barn, send them back to it.”
“What should we tell them?”
“Tell them Cassandra’s gone, and that the others have gone, and that The Teacher is back. That’s all they need to know. I’ll be in soon.”
“What are you going to do, Matthew?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t know.” His eyes told a different story.
“What happened d
