Little tugs at my hair woke me. Aden lay next to me, eyes wide open as he stroked my hair. Sunlight peeked around the drawn shade.
“Morning, buddy. Did you go to the bathroom yet?”
He shook his head.
“Come on.”
I sat up and helped Aden from bed. Liam, who was also awake, followed us. While they used the bathroom and brushed their teeth, I went to the kitchen to check the time on the microwave. On a typical day, David let us out of our rooms by seven. I’d slept past nine. They had to be starving.
After they allowed me a little time in the bathroom, we went downstairs. Both Nana and Jim’s doors stood open. From Jim’s apartment, I heard a shower running and someone singing boisterously. Aden giggled, and I looked down at him in surprise. He caught my look and grew serious again. I felt horrible that my glance had killed his amusement. I gave him an encouraging smile and his hand a light squeeze, but the moment was gone.
The sudden sizzle of frying food came from Nana’s apartment and interrupted the singing. I led the way into Nana’s while calling out a tentative hello.
“Good morning, sleepyheads,” she called from the kitchen. “Come in and eat.”
Only three settings waited on the table.
Nana caught my puzzled look. “As soon as they smelled the food, they started snitching. I told them they might as well eat,” she explained. She then smiled at the boys. “I saved some for you.”
Emmitt came in while we ate, followed closely by a still damp Jim.
“Ready to head into town and do some shopping?” Emmitt said.
Mouth full of pancake, it took me a second to answer. The thought of clean clothes appealed to me, but the likelihood of Blake finding us remained lower if we stayed hidden in Emmitt’s home and tree-enclosed yard.
“Not today,” I answered. Maybe not ever. I could live in these clothes forever if it meant Blake never found us.
Emmitt tilted his head and studied me for a moment. “If you’re worried about money, I—”
“On Saturday’s, I usually comb through the paper,” Nana said, interrupting him. “This morning I found a few family rummages. Would you like to come with me?”
I set down my fork, feeling a little interrogated. “Thank you, but I think we’ll stay here and play if that’s okay.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw Emmitt frown.
Nana smiled reassuringly. “It’s not everyone’s cup of tea. Would you mind if I looked for things for the boys?”
I eyed my brothers and knew I couldn’t say no. I wanted to stay here for a few days, at least, before moving on. It would help to have some spare clothes.
“I don’t mind.”
She and I talked sizes while Liam and Aden finished eating. Jim and Emmitt stayed in the kitchen, listening. I felt Emmitt watching me and resisted the urge to meet his gaze.
Jim sat next to Aden and mischievously eyed Aden’s plate. Aden pulled his plate away and shifted his body to give Jim his back. Jim grinned but left Aden’s food alone.
After cleaning up our places, the three of us followed the rest outside. Nana wasted no time pulling her small car out of the driveway, and I wondered if I should have given her my sizes, too.
Emmitt ambled to the garage where a riding lawnmower sat with its deck removed. Old, dried grass clumps littered the area around it. Jim joined Emmitt, and they started talking lawnmower care. Emmitt pointed out the need to do general maintenance, and Jim congratulated Emmitt on his new job.
Liam, Aden, and I lingered on the porch and stared at the yard. Our eyes saw freedom, but our minds didn’t quite believe it. Clasping hands, we walked down the steps together. At the last minute, I sat and pulled off my shoes. Liam and Aden did the same.
Grass tickled the bottoms of my feet as I stood. I smiled at the feeling and took a slow deep breath. The grass felt just as I remembered, and I wanted to do cartwheels and somersaults on it. A feral desire to hold onto this place claimed me, and thoughts began tumbling in my head. Maybe Blake wouldn’t find us here. Maybe we could just stay. The boys held my hands, walking circles in the grass with me.
Eventually, I realized Jim and Emmitt’s playful banter had stopped. When I looked up, I found both men watching us.
I self-consciously cleared my throat and turned to the boys. “What do you want to play?”
“There’s no swing,” Liam said as he looked around the yard with a very serious expression.
Without Jim and Emmitt’s gazes, I would have shown my brothers the things I wanted to do. Instead, I bent and plucked a blade of grass from the overgrown lawn.
“We don’t need one to play. Here.” I handed each boy a blade of grass and proceeded to teach them how to make a whistle using the grass, their thumbs, and cupped hands.
I entertained them with simple things I remembered from a long time ago, until Aden’s stomach growled.
“I’m hungry,” Jim called out, right on cue. “Anyone else?”
Aden immediately answered with a quiet “Me.”
As I stared at Aden in surprise, forgetting that I needed to encourage him rather than stare, a premonition hit. Like a song played too often on the radio, it crawled into my head and stuck there on repeat. I didn’t visibly react but did start to worry. When I’d run, I hadn’t given any thought to what I would do with them.
When it came to my premonitions, my brain acted as a broken ticker. A string of letters and numbers, the market code followed by the gain, repeated until I passed the information on to someone else.
I’d once tried withholding the information from Richard, but that hadn’t worked out very well for me. I discovered that the longer the letters and numbers repeated, the more uncomfortable I became. My head began to ache annoyingly, and I grew irritable. The pain gradually expanded until it reached an agony so piercing that it brought me to my knees, sobbing and clutching at my head. I ended up screaming the market code to Richard. I never willingly withheld the information after that. But I did learn something very significant from the attempt; as soon as the information left me, the pain ended.
I bit my lip as I followed everyone toward the house. I couldn’t just give the information to Liam and Aden; I’d tried that once, and it hadn’t worked. My need to stay hidden limited my options to the other three adults in the building. If I gave it to one of them, they wouldn’t think anything of it the first time. But what about the fifth or sixth? Offloading a tip always earned me a week’s reprieve until the next premonition struck. Always seven days apart. To the minute. They’d notice and would start asking questions I couldn’t answer. Maybe I should have gone with Nana. I could have given it to some random person, then.
Both Liam and Emmitt stopped on the porch to watch me when I lagged behind. I suppressed a sigh and followed them up the steps. I would easily make it through the rest of the day. Tomorrow, though, I’d suffer if I didn’t come up with a plan before then.
Emmitt stood aside while Liam and I entered Jim’s apartment. The back of my neck tingled, and I knew he studied me. I couldn’t consider him as an option. He saw too much.
Jim stood in front of the refrigerator, listing out possibilities for lunch. His large frame put emphasis on the tiny boy standing next to him. Aden barely passed Jim’s knee. Jim seemed to understand Aden’s timid nature and only asked yes and no questions in a teasing manner. By process of elimination, Jim helped Aden choose cold cut sandwiches.
I sat quietly and watched Jim explain to the boys how he made his triple-decker sandwich. The meat-stacked sandwich towered on his plate, and I wondered how he’d even bite it. I studied Jim and realized he might be a perfect answer to my current problem. He seemed like the type of person who teased and smiled a lot, not taking anything too seriously. The kind of person who wouldn’t take a stock tip seriously. I tried to think of a way to pass the information to him without being obvious, but with Emmitt’s gaze still on me, nothing inspiring came to mind. So, I kept quiet.
We were still eating when Nana walked in, carrying three paper bags. Emmitt quickly rose to help her.
“I think you’ll be happy with what I found,” Nana said, setting two bags on Jim’s couch. “Emmitt, can you get the other bags for me? They are on the porch.” He nodded and stepped out.
Nana reached into one of the bags and pulled out a ball cap. “I have one for both of you. It’s good to wear outside so you don’t burn,” she said to the boys. She set the caps on the couch then turned for the next item in the bag.
I glanced at the boys to see what they thought but, instead, witnessed Jim reach over and take a huge bite of Emmitt’s sandwich. He grinned at me while he did it. My lips twitched, surprising myself. Both the boys smiled when they saw my reaction but ducked their heads down to keep eating.
Emmitt walked back through the door with three more bags. He set them on the couch and went back to his sandwich, and I turned my attention back to Nana. From the corner of my eye, I saw him give Jim an annoyed glance before eating the rest of his sandwich in two bites.
From the bags, Nana pulled out a stack of shorts for each boy, several pairs of long pants, shirts, shoes, sandals, and swim trunks. She had provided both with a full wardrobe, including brand new underwear and socks. Two of the six bags remained untouched.
“Michelle, I hope you don’t mind, but I found a few things that I couldn’t resist getting for you.” She indicated the bags. “Would you like to see?” She gave me a hopeful look, so I nodded. Who was I kidding? I felt giddy that she’d thought of me.
Like the boys, I now owned several pairs of shorts, two additional pairs of jeans, and several printed tees.
“I’ll let you look through the rest on your own,” she said, stopping halfway through the second bag. “If something doesn’t fit, just let me know.”
Jim piped up behind me. “What? No suit for her? Come on Nana, tomorrow’s the fourth. We could go to the lake.”
Nana shot Jim a dirty look. “Of course, I bought her one. She can look for herself.”
Jim grunted loudly, and I turned to look at him. Emmitt stood close beside him. Neither met my gaze. Both Aden and Liam smiled down at their plates. Suspicious, I looked down at my plate. Empty.