me silently before continuing aloud. “This morning I found a few family rummages. Would you like to come with me?”
“Thank you, but I think we’ll stay here and play if that’s okay.”
Michelle had been wearing the same clothes for at least three days. I didn’t mind, but from what I’d learned of humans, they disliked that kind of thing. Or, at least, they were supposed to.
“It’s not everyone’s cup of tea,” Winifred said smoothly. “Would you mind if I looked for things for the boys?”
“I don’t mind.”
I think she’s afraid to leave, Winifred sent to me without missing a beat in her conversation with Michelle.
“What sizes should I look for? It’s been ages since I could shop for young men.”
While Michelle and Winifred talked about the boys’ clothes, Jim mischievously eyed Aden’s plate. Aden pulled his plate away and shifted his body to give Jim his back. Jim grinned but left Aden’s food alone.
Liam watched the pair closely then glanced at me. I smiled at him and leaned against the wall to study the trio. Michelle was nervous and strained. Liam was quiet and cautious. Aden just followed both their cues. Jim was smart to work on relaxing him first. He’d be the easiest.
After Michelle and the boys finished eating, Winifred set the dishes in the sink then shooed us all outside.
“I want to get to the sales early,” she said. “That’s when you get the good stuff.”
Winifred wasted no time pulling her small car out of the driveway.
Try to find something for Michelle, too, I sent to her.
Of course, silly boy. If we want them to stay, we need to give them what they need. I’m not just talking clothes. Give them a home, Emmitt. Give them a family to trust.
How did I earn their trust? I trusted Jim. I trusted Winifred. I always had, though. Why? Because they were always there for me. I needed to be there for Michelle, however she needed me.
According to Winifred, what they needed was some space right now. Since the three were back to staring at the yard, I went to the garage and looked at the mower I’d noticed yesterday.
“Why’s the deck off?” I asked Jim.
“It was cutting all crazy. I thought it would be better to look at it while it wasn’t spinning around.”
“Smart ass,” I said under my breath.
I bent and lifted the deck to look at the underside.
“It’s clogged with old grass. Don’t you ever clean it?”
“Nah, that’s your job.”
While we threw remarks back and forth, most of our attention was on the three on the porch. Michelle held a hand out for each boy to clasp. Then, they slowly moved to step off the porch. At the last minute, Michelle seemed to change her mind and quickly sat on a step. She reached down and removed her shoes. The boys quickly did the same. When they were done, they held hands again and walked onto the grass.
“It’s like they’ve never been outside before,” Jim said quietly.
“I know.”
“And you met her at a diner?”
“Yeah, she’s running from someone. I heard three names. Blake, Richard, and David. I knocked David out and helped her escape. I think that...I think someone might have kept her inside.”
“You mean locked up?”
“I don’t know. She didn’t have any bruises on her wrists or feet that I could see. But that doesn’t mean anything, right?”
Jim nodded slowly. “If she’s not ready to share her past, it’s going to take some time to solve who she is and where she came from.”
“Does any of that matter? She’s here, and I’ll keep her safe.”
“How can you keep her safe when you don’t know what to watch for? You’ll need to figure out her past to protect her future.”
He was right.
We watched them walk around on the grass. My heart broke for Michelle and whatever she’d suffered, and I hoped learning my secret wouldn’t add to it...or keep her from trusting me.
After several minutes, Michelle looked up and caught us watching her and the boys. She nervously cleared her throat and turned to her brothers.
“What do you want to play?”
“There’s no swing,” Liam said as he looked around the yard with a very serious expression.
“We need a swing set,” Jim said to me.
“Yep.”
Michelle bent and plucked a blade of grass from the overgrown lawn.
“We don’t need one to play. Here.” She handed each boy a blade of grass and proceeded to teach them how to make the most awful, piercing whistle using the grass, their thumbs, and