Hold Fast - Part Six
This episode is part of a larger story, Soft Touch. If you haven’t yet, you can go back and read it from the beginning right here.
Aiden and I are both so astonished at the sight of Maggie that we just stand there stupidly, staring at her in dumbstruck silence.
It’s not because she escaped the keeper’s cabin and found a way onto Moondancer. I had a feeling she would. The only surprising part about that is how quickly she managed it.
What’s really throwing us off, I think, is the idea that this is Bruce’s daughter. The longer we stand there taking stock of her, the more baffling it is.
Her hair is a thick cascade of waves such a deep, dark shade of brown it’s almost black. It’s only noticeably brown because her eyebrows are darker, an unusual combination that’s quite striking. Aiden laughingly told me earlier that Will had called her a rare little beauty. At the time that struck us as a funny choice of phrasing, but now I understand what he meant.
Her wind-whipped waves fall forward around her shoulders, and around her cheeks, which are very pink from the cold. She has sleek bone structure, very fine and delicate features. All completely unlike her father.
What catches my attention most sharply is that while Bruce’s eyes are a watery pale blue, Maggie’s are a strong, vivid shade of emerald green. Full of roguishness, and at the moment full of laughter.
There’s a haughty arch to Maggie’s eyebrows, and the regal way she holds herself makes it feel like she’s gazing down at us, instead of the other way around. Like we’re standing in her royal court or something. But paired with her small stature and her laughing, mischievous eyes, I find that I’m not at all put off by it. In fact, Aiden and I both find ourselves earnestly returning her sparkling little smile.
“You lie for me, and I don’t even ask you to,” she tells me, with warm approval.
This is more than enough to startle me back into the present.
“What – lie?” I sputter, drawing back in disbelief. “No, I didn’t do that! I can’t lie! I’ve never successfully lied for anyone in my life!”
Maggie stops, puzzled, then breaks into a radiant smile. “But you did it for me! I am the only one, then.”
It’s not a lie if I thought I was telling the truth, though. I’m about to tell her as much, but she’s so clearly pleased with the idea that I made an exception just for her that I decide to drop it. I’m also distracted, because – what accent is that? I’ve never heard it anywhere before. It sounds like several different ones at once.
She hops up from the bed and slips the lighter into the pocket of her black jeans. They’re all ripped up, but not as ripped up as her peach-colored sweater. The jacket she’s wearing over it is far too big on her. The sleeves fall over her palms as she presses them to the window and peers through, checking the dock in case Bruce is coming back.
He must not be, because Maggie whips around to face us, grinning triumphantly.
“Ha! Insensato! Ridicule! He’s going to check the cabins again.”
“Okay, wait a second,” Aiden manages, turning to Robin. “What’s happening, right now? How did Maggie end up in here?”
“Seems I went for another sleepwalking journey.” Robin glances out through the window, double-checking Maggie’s assessment. “Guess I must have made it past the lock and the cooler.”
“You are the most determined sleepwalker I’ve ever met,” Aiden tells Robin, who spreads her hands in bewilderment.
“All of a sudden, yeah, I guess. Fortunately Maggie hopped onto the boat just in time to stop me from falling off.”
I peer through the window, too, wondering about the distant smoke I saw. “Did you, um – did you start a fire, Maggie?”
“Small one, yes.” She holds out her hands, a little apart, indicating the approximate size. “For distraction. You understand.”
Maggie’s total confidence that we’d all just be cool with arson (so long as there’s a good reason) nearly startles a laugh out of me. I mean – she’s right, but still.
I exchange a helpless glance with Aiden, then close my eyes for a second, trying to slow down and think. We woke up and walked directly into so much chaos that it’s only now I’m realizing how little has been explained to Maggie. She’s just so down to be here that it feels like we’ve already introduced ourselves and explained ourselves, but that’s not the case at all.
“Maggie,” I begin, in a slightly steadier voice, “We’re really glad you made it out and came to see us. Which I’m sure sounds weird, since you don’t know what’s been going on, but – okay, let’s – let’s just start with the basics. I’m Jamie.”
“Anchante, Jamie,” Maggie answers, then turns her smile on Robin. “I have already met Captain Cole.”
“Mhm, and this is my boyfriend Aiden – what – where did he go?”
“To get us some shirts,” he explains, slipping back into Robin’s cabin and handing me one.
Of course. Everything happened so fast that we didn’t even think to grab them.
“Okay, so that’s Aiden.” I pull on my shirt, lean back against him, and finally feel like my feet are back beneath me. “And the boat is Moondancer.”
Maggie looks around brightly at Robin’s little cabin, her sharp emerald gaze missing no detail.
“T'es beau!” she says to the boat, then turns back to Robin, smiling approvingly again. “A very nice boat. Except-” Her eyes widen with sudden displeasure. “Except for these curtains, Captain! They are sad.”
She sternly points to the curtains on the boat windows. They’re a faded brown in color, with a dimly visible floral design.
“Wh-?” Robin lets out a startled laugh, taken aback. “Really? They’re the same ones that came with the boat. My fiancée suggested that I have them replaced, but when I asked directly she said they weren’t awful. I did wonder if she was just being nice…”
“Yes, she was,” Maggie says firmly. “And she loves you very much to do that, I think. Whoever made these curtains is not an artist. You will have to get new ones.”
She swiftly begins unhooking the curtains, frowning at them like they’ve offended her. Robin stops her with a gentle touch to her wrist, quite obviously struggling not to break into bewildered laughter.
“Let’s leave them for now, please. I can’t get new ones here, can I?”
Maggie considers that, then reluctantly lets the curtains go. “Later, then. But you have to!”
“I have to?” Robin laughs, amused by how adamant Maggie is. “I may not exactly be an interior designer, but you’re not in a position to boss me around, little miss.”
“Not boss you around,” Maggie protests. “Help you, for your fiancée! She agrees with me, you said!”
Robin falls silent, the laughter falling from her eyes. She turns her face away, biting her lip.
I can’t help asking at this point, so I take the opportunity to jump in.
“Maggie… do you mind if I ask what your accent is? I’m just curious because your dad doesn’t have it.”
She pauses, as if not sure how to explain, then shrugs her shoulders beneath the oversized jacket. “My own accent.”
“From where, I meant? It sounds like you speak a few different languages.”
“From all over, and yes, a few. I pick up some from all the places where we live.” She tugs on a strand of her dark brown hair, then adds scornfully - “I’m not like my dad. No matter where we move he never even tries to learn the language, not even a few words to be polite.”
Aiden’s eyebrows drop low in confusion. “Still surprised you don’t just have his accent, since it sounds like he raised you.”
“He does not speak to me too often,” Maggie answers, with a dismissive little flick of her hand. “Only if we have to.”
Based on her tone, she finds that perfectly normal, and firmly prefers things that way. Still, it’s a sad thing to hear a teenager casually say about her own dad. Who she lives with full-time. My eyes soften in dismayed sympathy as I gaze down at Maggie.
“Poor lamb!” I murmur, touching a hand to my heart.
Aiden and Robin, on the other hand, both go right to being furious with Bruce.
“Look, I don’t want to say anything bad about your father,” Robin tells Maggie, her eyes blazing, “But the man is a slanderous, hateful, lying little weasel!”
Maggie giggles brightly, delighted at that.
“I knew I liked you,” she says, bestowing another glowing smile on the three of us. “Since I saw you all through the window.”
Robin, Aiden, and I exchange a swift grin, all of us inexplicably proud to get such a complimentary verdict from Maggie. For some reason it feels like gaining the approval of someone extremely important.
“I like you because you are a warrior,” she tells Aiden, gesturing to his physique, startling a laugh out of him. She turns to Robin next, with admiring eyes. “I like you because you are brave and cheeky, with a pretty braid. And I like you, Jamie, because you have kind eyes and a kind face.”
I think none of us are used to receiving this kind of direct statement of opinion from someone who’s essentially a stranger. For a moment we all just stare at Maggie, startled, slightly bewildered, but smiling.
She sinks down onto the bed, tossing her long hair over her shoulder. “Now I need something to drink. Something warm, with a little spice.”
Once again it sounds like we’re being issued orders, by the person on the boat least in a position to be giving them. But Aiden, obviously still pleased with his assessment, promptly leaves the room to go make her something. I suppress a laugh as I watch him go, then turn to look at Maggie again.
I’m trying to get a rough idea of what must be going through her head, how she’s feeling. Always a difficult task with teenagers, but in this case I’m wildly thrown off. I don’t know what I expected, but I didn’t think Maggie would arrive here after her arson-based breakout with her eyes sparkling and her cheeks flushed with excitement. Like she’s happy to be out on an adventure.
As a result I’m not sure how to approach talking to her about her situation. It’s dawning on me that we should have discussed this as a team, in advance. Then again, none of us were expecting her to escape that quickly.
She catches me and Robin exchanging an uncertain glance, and lifts one dark eyebrow inquiringly.
“Sorry, we’re just thrown off,” I explain. “You’re not what we expected at all, based on what your dad told us.”
Maggie lets out a dismissive scoffing sound. “He’s always telling lies about me. Always asks me if I know what kind of hell I will cast my soul into, with my behavior.”
A smile pulls at the corner of Robin’s mouth. “And do you?”
“No,” Maggie says. She pauses, then shrugs her shoulders, wholly unconcerned. “I will continue anyways.”
Robin and I exchange another grin, both of us trying not to laugh.
“I like your necklace, Maggie,” Robin says, noticing it for the first time as Maggie gathers up a handful of her hair.
I like it, too. It’s a very pretty thing. A long strand of jade beads, carved in the shapes of tiny green leaves. The leaves alternate with tiny chips of moonstone and sea glass, creating a sparkling effect that’s just gorgeous. I’m making a mental note right now to try and create the bouquet version once I get back to the shop.
Maggie smiles at Robin, touching her fingers to it.
“Es hermoso, ¿no? I collect them! Necklaces. One from each place we live, if I find one I like and I have enough money. They’re light to travel with when we move, and I put them up on my wall with pins. They decorate me and my room.”
I tilt my head to the side in surprise. “Do you move that often?”
“All the time,” she sighs glumly, twisting her necklace through her fingers. “Ever since my mom died, we are always moving.”
“Oh,” I answer softly, sympathetically. “I’m so sorry about your mom.”
Maggie gives me a sad little smile. “It’s okay. She died when I was five. All I remember is she was very beautiful, and sometimes she wrapped me up in her hair and it smelled nice, like fruit and flowers.”
Silence falls for a moment, and Aiden slips back into the cabin before I can find an answer. He offers Maggie a cup of spiced hot chocolate. Her eyes brighten when she takes a sip of it. She graces Aiden with another approving smile.
“Peruvian chocolate! It’s very good. It would be better if you put a little less cinnamon, though.”
“What-?” Aiden pulls a threatening face, stabbing a finger at Maggie. “Don’t tell me my business, kid. You’re sixteen, I’m grown.”
She lets out a giggle of laughter, shaking her head at him. “But I’m right, and you are wrong!”
Aiden narrows his eyes darkly at her, and she smiles sweetly up at him.
“It’s okay,” she adds graciously, reaching up to pat his arm. “I won’t have you make me a new one.”
Aiden turns to me and spreads his hands in silent disbelief. I bite my lip, struggling to hold in a laugh.
“I think Valrhona is my favorite chocolate, though,” Maggie says thoughtfully. “I had a little piece a few years ago. A boy in a shop let me try it.”
“Valrhona?” Aiden raises an eyebrow in surprise. “Wow. You have good taste.”
“In chocolate and in necklaces, which I fear doesn’t bode well for my curtains,” Robin mutters. “Jamie, do you like them?”
“Oh! The, um – these curtains? They’re – well, I – there’s definitely – I – haven’t really looked.”
“Oh, my god,” Robin groan-laughs, dropping her face into her hands. “Yeah, that settles it. I’m retiring these and getting new ones. Maybe you can recommend a good brand, Maggie. I trust your taste.”
“Except it’ll cost you,” Aiden points out, being the only one familiar with the chocolate Maggie was talking about. “How’d you pick up such expensive tastes, living with Bruce?”
Maggie gives her shoulders a little shrug, suddenly bummed out.
“We never have anything nice,” she says gloomily. “So I really don’t know. I wonder this myself.”
Silence falls again, and I suddenly remember that there’s a reason we wanted to break her out in the first place. The thought makes me grow serious very quickly.
I sit down beside her on the bed, searching for the right words.
“Maggie… are you in some kind of trouble? You can tell us, if you are.”
She puts her head to one side, eyeing me curiously. “In trouble? Me?”
“Well – we were just wondering because we’re friends of Kaden, and he-”
Maggie’s eyes immediately light up.
“Kaden!” she sighs warmly, looking down at the sleeves of her oversized jacket.
I take a closer look at the black denim, realizing that the sleeves are stitched with patches for bands like Angelwitch and Candlemass and Slough Feg.
Now that I think about it, Kaden was the only one on the boat ride back who didn’t have a jacket. He was down to his hoodie, despite the icy rain.
“I like Kaden,” Maggie says, lifting her bright green eyes to us again. “He’s sweet. He folded up his jacket for me to sit on at the campfire. He wanted to rescue me when my dad took me away, but I told him not to. His leg drags, and I didn’t want him to fall running in the forest in the dark. I hope he didn’t make it worse chasing after me. He’s hurt, because he’s a warrior.”
I sit back and share a swift glance with Aiden, trying not to smile. It’s clear to me that people fall into distinct categories for Maggie. Like Aiden, Kaden has landed solidly in the warrior column, which is clearly one she holds in high esteem. But it also sounds like Maggie assumed that Kaden has an injury from a fight, for some reason.
“What if it doesn’t heal now?” she asks, suddenly anxious. “Because he ran on it-?”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” I jump in reassuringly. “His leg isn’t exactly injured. He told us he’s got nerve damage in his knee from a chronic condition. It’s not going to heal either way.”
“Oh.” Maggie blinks in surprise, considers that, then answers decisively - “Well, that is also a battle, so he is still a warrior.”
She drops her gaze to the jacket again, folding her fingertips along the edge of the sleeves.
Suppressing a smile, I answer – “Sounded like your dad wasn’t a fan of him, though. And-”
Maggie suddenly looks up, her chest swelling, her emerald eyes flaming up. I thought Robin was capable of flying into a sudden rage, but this is something else. It feels like opening the door to a furnace, feeling that scorching heat blast against my face.
Maggie leaps to her feet, wrenching something long and sharp out of her sleeve.
“He will not say a bad word about Kaden, or he knows I will make him answer for it!” she snaps, holding the tent stake at an angle that says she’s ready to put it right through someone. “And neither will anyone else! Not one word!”
I spring to my feet in alarm, putting my hands up in surrender. “No arguments from us, Maggie, like I said, we’re Kaden’s friends!”
Maggie scrutinizes my face suspiciously, then slips the stolen tent stake back into her sleeve. “Good. I won’t hear it. It makes me too angry.”
She pauses, noticing the alarmed expressions on our faces, and lets out a bubbling little laugh.
“I’m sorry,” she says, the rage melting away all at once. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I’d say you look pretty goddamn entertained, now that you have!” Aiden sputters.
“You all made funny faces,” she giggles, dropping down to sit on the bed again. “But I am very sorry.”
“Okay, what I was going to say,” I go on unsteadily, trying not to let out a helpless laugh, “Is that Kaden’s big brother insisted on taking him home, because your dad was obviously pissed at him. But Kaden didn’t want to go, he was worried about you. He, um… he wanted to know if you’d give us the message that you were going to give him. The one for somebody in Port Sitka.”
Maggie freezes, her eyes narrowing. She twines her fingers around her necklace, looking thoughtfully at us.
“Se calhar… I… yes. Because I like you. But you can’t tell my dad. You will go back to Port Sitka and take the message directly to who it must reach. You understand, Captain Cole?”
Robin – smiling in amusement at the way Maggie is once again giving us orders – meets her very serious eyes, and nods in silent agreement.
“Who’s the message for?” Aiden tries. “Maybe we can start with that.”
“I don’t know the last name,” Maggie says, turning to face him. “But her first name is Robin.”
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A frozen silence instantly falls in the cabin. One that comes as a surprise to Maggie, who glances around at us in confusion.
Robin breaks the sudden quiet with a sharp, uneven inhale. She drops to sit next to Maggie on the bed, her eyes as wide as they go.
“Maggie,” she says, her voice trembling, “Did – did someone give you a message for me?”
“No, not exactly…” Maggie draws back, her dark eyebrows arching high in surprise. “You are Robin?”
Robin nods shakily, blinking very fast. “Yes.”
Maggie breaks into an approving smile. “Even better! My message was that I wanted you to come here. And here you are already!”
“What – why, what’s-?” Robin stops, closes her eyes for a second, and drags in a breath. “Maggie, what’s going on here?”
“I’m not sure,” Maggie says worriedly, her smile falling into a troubled frown. “But I thought maybe you would know, and that you could help.”
There’s a bewildered silence. We’re all so confused at this point that no one is sure what to say.
“Okay,” I finally answer. “Well, we do want to help. So maybe you could just start at the beginning?”
She nods, finishing off her hot chocolate, then hands the mug back to Aiden.
“Yes, I think that’s the best way. My dad and I, we moved here some time ago… We’re always moving to beautiful countries, and then living in the most boring, lonely parts of them, then moving again. Usually right when I make friends.” She adds this last part glumly, fidgeting with the sleeve of Kaden’s jacket. “We were about to move again, and go away from here, but the landslides closed off all the roads. So we are still here. And it is so boring. Normally nothing happens, especially because my dad scares off all the campers. But a little while ago…”
That’s as far as I hear before I’m startled by a quiet, sleepy voice behind me.
“Jamie.”
I look sharply over my shoulder, and find myself looking into a pair of leaf-green eyes. Will beckons me with a toss of his head.
I look anxiously back into the cabin, then follow him out into the passageway. Maggie is talking to Aiden and Robin, but I don’t want her to catch me talking to a ghost.
“What’s going on, man?” I whisper. “We should both get back in there, Maggie is here and she’s telling us what she knows!”
“Ah, she found her freedom, then? Good.” Will sleepily pushes his hair out of his face. I can tell he just woke up from what was supposed to be an energy-restoring rest. “I’m here because Noah summoned me. He said that Ralph would like you to call him at the first opportunity.”
“What…? Why did Noah summon you, then?”
“I believe because Ralph isn’t in Ketterbridge at the moment, and didn’t want to summon me out. He texted Noah and told him to ask me. Noah was kind enough to explain, although he was concerned that maybe he had summoned me incorrectly and I wasn’t there.”
“Shit.” I wince deeply, pulling out my phone. “I have to go to the cabins to get reception, though…”
Still, if Ralph wants me to call him as soon as possible, at this hour of the night – I should probably do it. I slip back into Robin’s cabin and quietly explain the situation to Aiden, who nods in agreement, then murmurs -
“But take Will with you.”
I’m happy to do that. I’d much prefer not to go alone, especially because I don’t know where Bruce is at the moment. It’s a deep reassurance to have Will walking at my side as I head up the dark path and stop at the campground rules sign. It’s also a comfort that my Vision adjusts slightly for the darkness.
“Would you mind making sure that Bruce isn’t around?” I ask softly.
Will zips off as a streak of silvery light. I wait until he returns shaking his head before I hit call on Ralph’s number.
The video call connects almost right away. Ralph is sitting in his car, smoking a cigarette in the darkness. It’s hard to say where he is, but I can see an alley with just one or two streetlamps behind him.
“Keane,” he says, without taking the cigarette out of his mouth. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, we got Maggie to come see us. Despite Bruce warning us that she’s a delusional, bossy, wrathful pyromaniac with a princess attitude and a streak of the devil in her.”
Ralph lifts his blonde eyebrows. “And is she?”
“All of it except delusional, as it turns out.”
“Sweet,” Ralph snickers. “She sounds pretty cool. Someone I’d like, anyways.”
“I like her, too,” I admit, breaking into a grin. But it quickly turns to a worried frown again. “She’s in the boat talking to Aiden and Robin, but she doesn’t seem to think she’s in any trouble.”
“I’m working on finding out about that for her.” Ralph glances down at his watch, puffing on his cigarette. “Right about now, actually…”
“It makes both me and Aiden worried that you recognize Bruce from somewhere, by the way.”
“Understandable,” Ralph says, with a shrug of his shoulders. “This can be a brutal line of work.”
I’m only half-listening, suddenly focused on something happening in the alley behind where he’s parked. There’s a man walking down it, alone in the darkness, one hand resting on the work bag on his shoulder. And… someone else just slipped out of the shadows, following him. Someone I recognize.
Shawn draws closer to the man walking alone, right as two more people spring out of the shadows in front of him. The man stops with a gasp, starts to back up, and crashes directly into Shawn.
“I – I can see that!” I finally stammer in answer to what Ralph said, then gasp as Shawn throws the man on the ground and starts shouting for him to hand over his wallet.
The other two guys snatch up the work bag. The man tries to grab it from them, and Shawn punches him in the stomach.
“Ralph!” I sputter, looking at him in disbelief as he goes on calmly smoking his cigarette. “What the fuck is going on back there?”
“Didn’t I just say I’m getting information for you? I have a guess about where I’ve seen Bruce’s picture before. But I’m not sure, and I need to confirm a few things.” Ralph gives his head a very slight toss in the direction of the man being mugged behind him. “That guy has a file I need.”
“Oh, Ralph, you shouldn’t just beat him up and steal it from him!” I answer scoldingly, dismayed. “That’s so mean!”
Ralph’s neutral expression briefly cracks into a smile.
“You’ve got cute ideas about the realities of the line of work I’m in, Keane. But in this case that’s not what I’m doing. I can’t exactly have my source hand me information, can I? Then he’s exposed. It’s gotta look like it was stolen from him.” Ralph puts out his cigarette, blowing streams of smoke through his nose. “Don’t worry about him. He’s wise to the situation. And he’ll be compensated extra for taking some punches.”
I stare at Ralph in disbelief, then watch the man scramble to his feet, gasping, one hand pressed to his stomach. Bruised, bleeding from a nick on his face, but not too hurt to turn and flee down to the end of the alley, leaving his work bag in Shawn’s hands. I notice that he slows down to a jog a little early, though, and that he never once shouted for help. He disappears around the corner, and Shawn comes over, drops into the car beside Ralph before I can find a word to say.
He roots around in the bag, then takes out a stack of thick files and hands them to Ralph. Ralph distractedly hands over his phone to look through them, so I find myself facing a surprised Shawn.
“Oh, hey, Jamie!” he says brightly, a little out of breath.
“Hey, man,” I manage weakly. “How are you, how’s your brother?”
“He’s good! Doing better. I’ve been helping him with his bandages now that his surgery is done. Good thing I’m not squeamish about blood, huh?”
“Yeah, no, clearly not!” I stammer, to a snicker of laughter from Shawn.
“Here we go,” Ralph interrupts, pulling one of the files free and handing the others back to Shawn. “We don’t need the rest of those, I just didn’t want anyone to know we needed this one specifically.”
“Burn the bag and the other files?” Shawn asks, tucking the files away.
“And the wallet, yeah. Don’t feel bad, I doubt he was stupid enough to leave his cash or his driver’s license in there.” Ralph opens the file he pulled out and starts scanning his eyes over it. “Anyways, Jamie, the reason I called is to tell you that you need to keep an eye on Maggie. Don’t let her get hurt, and whatever you do, don’t let Bruce take off with her.”
“Why would he?” I ask, startled. “What did you find out?”
“I think… look, I can’t say anything for sure yet. I’m trying to remember something from a long time ago.” Ralph scans his eyes over the pages in the file. “I’m working on figuring it out.”
“Well, I might find out some things in a second, too. Maggie is talking to Robin and Aiden right now. I should get back there.”
“Go ahead,” Ralph murmurs, focused on the file. “Just make sure that Bruce doesn’t disappear with-”
He breaks off as Tycho drowsily sits up in the backseat, puts her head back, and starts howling. The sound of police sirens wailing in the distance joins her voice just a few seconds later.
“That’s the end of the head start we told him to give us,” Shawn says, checking his watch.
“Gotta go!” Ralph tells me, and ends the video call.
“At least Ralph didn’t get arrested,” I tell Will, as we walk down the dock together a few minutes later. “Oh, god. I’ve had to say that about both of Aiden’s brothers tonight.”
“I begin to grasp the true scope of my poor friend’s trials,” Will says solemnly, making me laugh.
“Are you going home to charge up, or staying?”
“I should charge up, but I’d prefer to stay. I’d sorely like to know what Maggie has to tell us.”
Me, too. I hurry back onto Moondancer, step into Robin’s cabin, and freeze in the doorway.
Aiden is standing motionless by the window with his arms folded over his chest, his thunderstruck blue eyes very wide. Robin is sitting at the edge of the bed, pale and blank-faced. Her lip is trembling, like she might laugh or cry. The expression in her eyes is too complicated to tell me which.
Maggie is glancing back and forth between Aiden and Robin in concern.
“What happened?” I ask worriedly, coming further into the cabin so Will can join us.
Aiden takes a deep breath, beckoning for me.
“Get in here, Keane. You’re gonna want to hear this.”
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