16
Felicity
Present Day
It was barely light out the next morning as I hammered my fist against Pick’s front door.
Full of nothing but memories and questions, I hadn’t slept much the night before. I just tossed and turned on my borrowed bed. Around four in the morning, ten-year-old Colton joined me, crawling under the covers and trembling as he curled against me.
When I asked him what was wrong, all he mumbled was, “nightmare,” so I let it be and tucked him in tighter.
He dropped off again almost immediately, but I was left wide awake. About an hour or so later, I rose for the day, left a note so as not to alarm anyone, and snuck from the Gambles’ house before they stirred. Since we’d abandoned my car at Forbidden, I walked there to pick it up, thinking the fresh morning air would hel
