I stood in the silence of the porch, feeling the heat leave my face.

I was also tired of having the same fight. I wanted to find a way to be close with Nora again. Izzy too. I didn’t want to keep secrets from them. But they didn’t understand the pain I still carried from losing Adam. They kept saying they wanted me to share it. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. Sharing the pain, though, meant bringing it to the surface, and I didn’t know if I could bear that.

I crossed my arms over my waist.

Besides, I was taking steps forward. I had been to town nearly every day this week. Today alone, I had been to the library and the gift shop. And Gideon was right. I had learned a lot.

Suddenly my arms dropped to my sides.

There it was again. That feeling I was missing something.

What was it?

Something Mary had said? Liz? Ben?

No, that wasn’t right. It wasn’t something someone had said. It was more concrete. Like the soap. But not.

What was it?

I tilted my face up to the dark sky. Not that it was all that dark. The moon was full and white.

White.

There it was again.

Part of me was trying to remember something. I could feel my subconscious furiously digging to bring it up to the surface. It was so close. Right on the tip of my tongue.

Something white.

That was it!

Why hadn’t I seen it before?

I had to go!

I ran down the driveway. I had to be sure.

But it was late. Was it too late? I took a quick look at my watch. Late, but not ridiculously so. It would be fine. He would understand. He’d be surprised to see me of course, but not upset. At least I didn’t think he would be upset. Actually, I knew a way to guarantee he wouldn’t be upset!

I stopped dead in my tracks, whirled around, and sprinted back to the house. I wasn’t worried about being quiet this time. This was too important.

Faustus was standing in the threshold of the kitchen, licking his paw as I barreled toward him.

“You need to move, or I am going to jump over you!”

The cat skittered to the side, giving me a look that spoke to the fact I would pay dearly for this affront later. I could live with that.

“Brynn!” Izzy shouted as I ran into the kitchen. “Are you hungry? I could make you up a plate.”

“No. No plate. Pie. I need pie.”

“You need pie?” Izzy asked, gesturing weakly to the round tin on the counter.

“Excellent.”

My aunt hovered behind me as I slid a piece of pie onto a plate and hastily swaddled it in plastic wrap.

“Darling, I’m sure you don’t have to use that much wrap if you’re just taking it up to the garage.”

“It’s not for me.”