![]() Everything she feels she puts on canvas and paper or binds together with a needle and thread.īut she’s not here, and that horrible itch under my skin grows until I want to claw myself out of my own body. Her artwork is tacked all over the walls, and her sewing machine sits in the corner, a pile of fabric on the table beside it. I move on to the next room and knock on the door before I peek inside. I check under the bed, in case Lav fell asleep while she was hiding. “Just to check.” I pad down the hall to River’s room, but he’s not in there. I push out of the chair and head for the door. “No, but she always hides under the bed, so there was no point in checking.” He rolls his eyes, annoyed with his siblings’ predictability. “Huh?” Maverick looks up from the screen. He only plays because we force him to and because Lavender likes hide-and-seek, even though she always picks the most obvious places to hide. That prickling feeling under my skin spreads, blanketing me. “Probably watching a movie with the littles,” Mav says, swiping through pictures on his phone. ![]() ![]() “Where are Lavender and River?” I ask, passing BJ the bag of chips. ![]()
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