My fear comes out as anger. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be here, not running around in the woods!” “I found some berries down by the stream,” he says, clearly confused by my outburst. “I whistled. Why didn’t you whistle back?” I snap at him. “I didn’t hear. The water’s too loud, I guess,” he says. He crosses and puts his hands on my shoulders. That’s when I feel that I’m trembling.
to all who have wondered where Eleanor lives.