That was good. She’d be expected to cry. Her mother had, after all, just been murdered. “I’m so glad you called,” she said, pulling out of Jack’s embrace. “I’m sorry it took so long for me to answer, but I only have my phone for a couple of minutes each day. Everything’s supervised here.”

“It’s okay.” Jack’s voice was softer than Lily had ever heard it. She was scared. But Lily was good at soothing people’s fears, and she took Jack’s face in her hands, smiling through the tears.

“You look good. The same, but…”

“Different?” Jack suggested, no longer swimming in the long green coat Raven had given her in middle school. Lily caught a hint of a T-shirt and jeans underneath, loose fitting and comfortable. For years Jack had been stuffed into her mother’s flashy hand-me-downs, and she’d always squirmed and tugged at them, never seeming to relax.

This was better.

“Thanks,” Jack said, following Lily to the fountain. They sat on the edge as the sun sank below the horizon. “And you look like…”

“I’ve been eating? Sleeping?” Lily smiled, glancing down at her no-longer-bone-thin frame. She’d come into this place hating her body, but now, three years later, she was comfortable in her own skin.

Still, she sniffled, because she was supposed to be devastated. She was supposed to feel anguish and grief, and if anyone found out how quiet it was inside her, she might be locked in a scarier place. A place that hurt her instead of helping her heal.

“Things have been good here,” she admitted, gaze flicking to the great wooden structure at their backs. One side of the roof sloped lower than the other. The windows were all different sizes. The building was nothing short of ugly, and the second Lily had entered its wood-paneled walls, she’d felt perfectly hidden from the outside world. Tucked away. “At least, things were good here, before I got the call about my mother and learned Belle had been arrested.”

“And why do you think she was arrested?” Jack asked, a shadow crossing her face. “Did it have anything to do with the recipe the detective found on Raven’s kitchen table?”

“I have no idea how it got there!” Lily’s cheeks flushed with heat, and she fought to keep her voice steady. “I hid it in the orchard years ago. Then Raven went to boarding school, and I never went back for it.”

“Well, that’s convenient.” Jack shook her head, her jaw tight. “How lucky for you that your name wasn’t on it. Just poppy and belladonna, which means the police could come for me next.”

“It wouldn’t be the worst idea to go through your things,” Lily admitted, catching Jack’s gaze. “Clear out your computer, in case you and Belle emailed about our plan. They could use that stuff against you, even now.”