Wendy looked over. Jordan’s eyebrows were raised expectantly.

Jordan was the one person who she felt she could really trust in the world. She had never judged Wendy or believed the gossip when it spread through town. Jordan was Wendy’s first line of defense, the only one who stood up for her when even her parents backed away.

Jordan was the only one Wendy felt she could talk to about the things that haunted her: her brothers, the woods, and her parents. But the events of the last two days were in a whole other realm. How was she supposed to tell Jordan about Peter? If she said that he had showed up in her backyard and then at the children’s wing of the hospital, Jordan would probably freak out. Any sane person would. Jordan would just see him as some guy who’d escaped from the hospital and who the cops were looking for.

And the crappy part was that when she thought of it that way, those were perfectly logical reasons to be scared of Peter. Or at the very least wary.

And what about everything else Peter had said? What would Jordan say if Wendy told her Peter claimed to be the Peter Pan? Or that his shadow had gone missing and was kidnapping kids? Or what about the fact that she was actually starting to believe him? Wendy almost laughed.

There was no way Jordan would believe her. Wendy was alone in this.

“Wendy?” Jordan looked genuinely concerned now as she tried to get a proper look at Wendy while still keeping an eye on the road. Wendy knew if she didn’t reassure her soon, Jordan might crash the car. Or worse, say something to her parents.

“Do you ever…” Wendy cleared her throat to find her voice. “Do you ever wonder if there’s … more to the world than we know?”

Jordan pulled up into the hospital parking lot near her truck and put the car in park. She twisted in her seat to face Wendy and canted her head to the side. “Like what? Aliens?”

“No, not aliens—”

“’Cause I definitely believe in aliens.”

Wendy fixed her with a withering look.

“All that space and unexplored planets up there?” Jordan went on, waving her hand through the air. “You can’t tell me there’s no other life out there—”

“No, not like aliens,” Wendy cut her off, feeling frustrated.

Jordan’s laugh died off.

“Like magic,” she finally said, fiddling with the strap of her bag.

Jordan’s expression pinched in confusion. “Like…?”

“Like fairy tales and stuff,” Wendy said, saying the words before she could chicken out.

“Like Peter Pan?” Jordan guessed.

Wendy sat up straight. “Yes!”

Jordan’s eyebrows shot toward her hairline.