Chapter 57
Kate was frozen in place, watching Scotty walk into the house.
A black car sped up the drive, kicking gravel out behind.
Scotty. Beth. White sky. Snow. Beth. Lulu chasing Scotty into the house.
Beth. Scotty, no. Scotty. Now this car, this black car, coming fast. Kate couldn’t move, couldn’t feel.
She was a statue. A sculpture in Mathilda’s garden. Sculpture. Owl. Beth. Beth.
She stared through the windshield, saw Conor’s eyes.
Wild eyes. Staring at her. Conor jumping out of the car, door left open.
She saw him running to her now, as fast as anyone has ever run, and the ice broke into a million pieces, and Kate stopped being a statue.
She flew at Conor, crying now, grabbing him as hard as she could.
“It was Scotty!” she screamed.
“I know,” Conor said, holding her. “I know, Kate. Where is she now?”
“In the house,” Kate said, sobbing. “And Sam’s in there.”