IT’S THE LAST DAY BEFORE my big showdown, and I’m no closer to winning that idiotic challenge than when I first made it.
I haven’t even been able to find my way back to that almost-vision of threads, though I’ve broken every nail and scratched my fingers to bloody shreds trying to claw that connection back from the earth. I’ve huddled in what feels like every clearing, garden, and quiet stretch of pathway in town, and even snuck out of Nine Peaks to try various groves and out by the stream, but no luck.
Susan made a bed up for Ravel in her main room that first night, and he’s been staying with her ever since. He still insists on calling us roommates at every opportunity. Grace spends all her time hanging on him, begging for glamorous stories of Freedom as she and Susan teach him to maste
