8
“Sparrow? You’re back?” Tom Tom asked, flicking the long, dark blond bangs back from his eyes. Sparrow stepped directly in front of the screen and his eyes focused on her. “There you are.”
“And I’m not alone,” Sparrow told him, extending a hand back behind her. Scout looked at it but didn’t take it.
Allies. Plural. Not just Tom Tom.
Daisy was looking at her, one eyebrow raised in an unasked question. But it wasn’t like Scout could explain right now, surrounded by strangers and within Tom Tom’s hearing.
Scout sighed and put her hand in Sparrow’s, letting the younger girl drag her forward.
Tom Tom visibly perked up. “Scout Shannon!” he said. “You fell off everybody’s radar for a while there. Some thought you were dead.”
“I wasn’t,” Scout said.
“I never believed it,” Sparrow said wi
