“Don’t talk to them, Elizabeth. Don’t talk to anyone here.” Emily’s vise-like grip tightened around her wrist. “It isn’t safe.”
Elizabeth gently patted Emily’s hand. “It’s okay. Everything will be okay.” She glanced over at Sonia. Did Sonia really know of a way out of here? Why would she need someone to pull her through thresholds?
“Does Ian talk about me?”
She pursed and released her lips. “He remembers very little about you. He thought you were dead. Clay told him so.”
Emily stared ahead in a daze.
“I’ve told him some of the things you wrote in your diaries. Like how he fell out of the tree and why you wanted him to have a tree house.” Elizabeth gave Emily’s hand a squeeze. “He’ll be so happy to know you’re alive.”
“You can’t let him know.”
She frowned. “Why not?”
“I chose to com
