Delinquents Turned Fugitives - Ann Denton Page 0,46

earth and all its problems were just tiny specks.

When we reached the living room, it was empty. So was the kitchen. Andros fixed me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and led me out the back door without any explanation. I followed willingly.

We wandered past the barn, to the old overgrown horse paddock. There, in the middle of the dirt, the guys had started a bonfire. A bag of marshmallows and some long sticks lay on the ground nearby.

As soon as I saw the set-up, my eyes filled with tears. My mom had loved singing stupid camp songs and roasting marshmallows with us. We didn't even have to be camping. She'd often drag us into the back yard and use the little fire pit. I'd gotten so sick of marshmallows that I'd taken to burning them too much, just so that I wouldn't have to eat them.

My eyes traveled over to Evan, who stepped forward. I released Andros' hand and ran forward, letting him hug me as sobs racked my frame.

My mother had been gone. For all intents and purposes, she'd mentally been gone for years. But now, there was no chance that she'd come back. A quote I'd been forced to memorize in some literature class came back to me as my body shook and expelled all the anger I'd ever held toward her, all the resentment--only sadness and longing was left behind. That quote repeated in my head: Hope is the path to hell, paved with golden expectations that will be crushed underfoot when reality walks that path. The truth of that quote hit home. Part of me had deluded myself into thinking that our family could be restored. But including her in that hope had been a delusion. The reality was, the woman I'd lost last night and the woman I'd loved had been very different.

I took a deep breath and wiped my face. Then I turned to watch the crackling orange flames. Tonight, I'd celebrate the woman I'd loved. Because tomorrow, I had to walk that foolish hopeful path once more. I had to try to save Matthew—hope was my addiction. I just prayed it wouldn’t be my downfall.

15

That night, I couldn’t sleep—my dreams were full of ghosts, both real and imagined. My crew kept dying in my mind and I woke up in a nervous sweat more than once. Even after I crawled into bed with Evan, hoping his presence might make me feel more protected, I kept waking up, my mind whirling a million miles a minute, plans cycling through my brain. When I woke up for the fifth time at 4:30 in the morning, he sat up next to me in the bed, shoving down the comforter and pulling me into his arms.

“Hey, you alright?” His blue eyes looked almost black in the shadows.

I shook my head. “We have so much to do. I keep worrying about getting into the Institute. We probably should have gone yesterday, but then I got the phone call from the cops. What if they’ve added security? What if there are extra spells?” I wasn’t a nail biter, but I found myself chewing a nail. “I need to get the spell from Potts to unravel the bat thing she did … we need to—”

Evan interrupted my panicked rambling with a gentle kiss. “Hey, you’re not in this alone anymore, remember? We’ve got you. We just weren’t gonna talk about it while you were hurting.”

“Talk about what?” I blinked up at him in confusion.

“While you were at the station with Gray, I went over to Matthew’s place and tried to sign in as a visitor. You’re right. They had everything locked down for the day. But they told me visitation is supposed to reopen in two days.”

I snuggled into his chest and nodded. After a moment, logic was able to overtake the frantic need to ‘do more’ that was racing through my mind. It was so strange, but so wonderful, to have my crew. It still felt new. I supposed I was still adjusting to it after years of only depending on Dad, and even then, he was only truly aware sometimes. It was nice not to feel lonely. It was nice to have the guys checking on things for me when I was occupied—they were so thoughtful. “What was security like?”

“As far as I could see, they had a Physical Restraint Amulet that kept visitors from walking past the front desk. And they had two armed guards. Nothing