Chapter 31: Dangerous Waters
There’s intense comfort in my own clothes. My soft sweatpants, my faded hoodie. We’ve moved again, deciding that staying with Murdock was too much of a risk. We’re in another of Amun’s strange, run-down apartment hideaways.
I’m comforted by the grandmotherly charm of this place. What could harm us when a bird-song clock announces the turn of each hour with the call of a chick-a-dee or the hoot of an owl? The bookshelves are lined with porcelain angels and crystal dolphins.
My heart yawns wide open, yearning for the soft arms of my Gram. She would know what to do. I feel frozen, curled in an overstuffed chair overlooking the quiet street below. We’re hiding out above a mom-and-pop deli and I watch the manager making their sleepy way to open the front door.