Chapter 8
Rowan was nowhere to be seen.
And the more Hazel dug around in the branches of that family tree, already set in stone, and the make-up of her ancestry, the more her own life story didn’t make sense. “You know,” Kevin had told her in a motel bed one night. “You could be adopted.”
“And then my entire life is a lie?”
“No, not really,” Kevin had said. “Just maybe a different story than you first thought.”
And so, her exploration of myth from her childhood suddenly led her to this moment, when she was Moses or her mother was Lilith, and there was no in-between. Not mother, Hazel corrected again. Just Trixie.
“What if you got a phone there?” Carly said, snapping Hazel back to their current moment and predicament. “Call the number, hear the message, and then we can head in that direction, or we can go to California.”