Sarah POVWe were excited and trying to hide it. We weren’t being very effective.Last night, I had read yet again from The Little Mermaid.“She was a strange child, quiet and thoughtful. While her sisters showed delight at the wonderful things which they obtained from the wrecks of vessels, she car
We all held our breath as Chloe thought that over.“I wanted to make you proud,” she said finally. “But I know you love me.”“Oh, thank the goddess,” he said, bending over then so he could take her up in his arm. “Oh, thank you, my darling girl. Yes, I love you, and whatever you do and whomever you
Sarah POV“S is definitely Scott,” Ted said, and we all knew enough by now not to question her. She didn’t like being questioned that way because, as I learned, she never said something that wasn’t backed up by a ridiculous amount of data, or meta-data, whichever was more important.Most of us were
She closed her eyes, took a breath, and opened them again. “All right, so, I wasn’t going to go into this, but if S is Scott, that means Scott has been closely monitored by you, and his access to your household has been limited, right?”Zane nodded. “Very.”“So, Scott couldn’t have seen the sketches
Ella POVIt had been quite a while since I’d been to Scott’s apartment, but not much had changed. It was the same pristine space with his two white leather couches and black-and-white Ansel Adams prints. He answered the door with the same calm smile he wore when Olivia died, and when I held up a bot
Sarah POVI sat in the circle of Zane’s arms and said nothing.I wanted to tell him everything would be OK. I wanted to say that Scott was his brother and nothing else really mattered. I wanted to say anything, really, if it could make him feel better.Travis had told us Scott had been dead for seve
Zane POVIt was getting to the point where I couldn’t sneeze without someone commenting about it online, so it was futile to hope that the art fair wasn’t going to be internet fodder.Officially, it was a showing of the work of first- and second-level students at Saradon Elementary. Unofficially, it
“That’s Mrs. Almyer,” she told me.“Your art teacher?”“Yeah. She’s really great.”I waved at her too, which made Mrs. Almyer smile.A man stood up from the row of chairs and made his way to the podium center-stage. The crowd quieted.“Thank you, you’re so kind” he said, which I thought was an odd w