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“What made you so sure it was Dr. Venn yesterday?” I ask Daniel. “How do you even know about him?”
We’re sitting at his kitchen table, waiting for the car to arrive. Everyone else has gone off to school or work. I’ve been sipping tea and picking at the same blueberry scone for the last half hour. I don’t seem to have much of an appetite.
It took me a while to dress, too. My options were pretty limited. Jeans and a clean flannel shirt are as good as it’s going to get. And Halli’s hiking boots, since I didn’t bring anything else.
Barbarian.
I thought of all the clothes in Halli’s size hanging in that enormous closet back at her parents’ mansion. Couldn’t I have packed at least one outfit from there? Even just a sweater and nicer pants and shoes that haven’t been hiking through dirt a
