“Yeah. I’m fine. I was just—it was nothing. Are they ready to go?” She spotted Ursa, motioning for them near the doors that led outside.

“Looks like there’s a cab ready,” Braithe said. They ran for it, and then they were outside, Nevada’s warm breath reacquainting itself with Rainy’s skin. She brushed off the familiarity, allowing their excited voices to fill her head instead. Mac was telling them where she had made reservations for dinner. How many outfit changes would they need? Mac was asking. She’d had two cocktails on the plane and was slurring her words.

“Hey, guys.” They all stopped talking and turned to look at her at the same time. Rainy pointed to the sky, her nose scrunched up.

“Oh, no, no, no!” Tara had her nose pressed to the window behind Rainy. “Did anyone check the weather? Was this supposed to happen?”

A flash of lightning punctuated Tara’s words, and everyone made their own sound of distress.

“Sudden storm, turned this way,” the driver said. Jersey, Rainy thought. He’s from Jersey. “Hope it don’t ruin your plans.”

Ruin their plans. Taured had ruined her mother’s plans that day at the airport. She reached up to touch her forehead, where an ache had already rooted itself behind her eyes. Her head hadn’t felt right since...

When?

And why in God’s name was she having these memories now?

The memory felt so real, with the confusion and fear. And then there was what had happened after. There was one thing that scared her right down to the center of her gut and it was a man who was governed only by his own sense of right and wrong.

7

Then

“What is Kids’ Camp? Why can’t I go to it and still sleep here with you?”

“That’s just not the way they do things.” They, meaning Tauredians, as Summer had dubbed them after the first week. If Taured wasn’t going to name them, Summer felt entitled to. Her mother had scolded her for using the name, so now Summer used it solely in her head.

“But it’s the way we do things,” Summer argued. “You said I would never have to sleep away from you—you promised me after Dad died.” The Kids’ Camp argument had been gaining speed for a week, becoming a bristling point between them. At the last group meeting, held in what had been the old prison chapel, Taured had informed everyone that the children would no longer live in the main building with their parents during the week, but would be assigned to sleep and be educated in the children’s building. Before anyone could ask, he cited the reasons: “Your children are too dependent on you, and they need to be taught to be dependent on God. They can’t hear His voice if they’re hearing yours.”