7 Day Two, Robin
All night I listened for a footstep but heard only the cries of hunting animals. My chest was a void where trapped birds fluttered. I swung between one worry and another.
Ira had been gone all night and was old. Jess had Jay’s knife and a malicious imagination. Jess was quick to pounce on the knife yesterday, sniffing at the stain like a bloodhound, and then nodding with satisfaction. But Ira was with me when Jay left Fendle. Someone else must have left the knife at our cott...
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