“I want to go to Oliver’s house. I want to stay there.”
“Alright, we can do that. Give me a moment to talk to your brother so he can get the kitchen worked out,” Seth tells me and releases me, going back to the other room.
“What’s with the anger towards your mom?” Dad asks me, clearly unhappy with my outburst.
I shake my head at him slowly. “You need to talk to her. I don’t want to be the one to tell you.” I start to sit up when another memory comes zooming in.
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I’m still hiding in the fallen tree, but it’s gotten dark now. It’s scary here in the dark. I can hear an owl. He’s not scary though, he’s my friend. I used to be scared of owls, but not any more. Whoot whoot, I hear again.
“Whoot whoot,” I say back to the owl I’ve decided is my friend. Maybe
