He studied the Wilders for a moment, then said, “You never told me how you found me.”

Although her echoes had retreated for the time being, Finn could still feel them lurking in the back of her mind. If she told Myron about the echo she’d had of the accident, she ran the risk of his thinking she was crazy and asking them to leave. But based on the suspicious tone of his voice, she wagered that some version of the truth was still preferable to whatever story Myron was currently cooking up in his head.

He continued, “I’m not trying to be rude. You guys seem nice, but you just show up out of the blue. You know my name, where I live. I just need to know what’s going on.”

Seeing no other option, Finn answered, “You might not believe it.”

“Try me.”

Finn told him everything: about her echoes and the accident, about how she had not only seen it, but felt it as if she had been the one who’d crashed that bike. Not wanting to get Joel in trouble, she conveniently left out the part about the DMV, explaining, instead, that the only compelling piece of information she’d gleaned from the crash was Myron’s name and license plate.

Finn ran out of breath and locked eyes with Myron. His were blue and drowning in memories. “That’s a wild story.”

“I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s the truth,” Finn said.

Joel cut in. “Wait! You were serious about all that stuff?” Zadie swatted him, and he took the hint and shut his mouth.

“You know, my wife was kind of like you,” Myron told Finn.

She sucked in a short breath. “Why do you say that?”

He hesitated, as if there was more than one answer to her question and he was trying to decide which one to tell. “She had some pretty … out-there beliefs, too.”

Finn tried not to look offended.

“She was a very open person. I, on the other hand, can be a little too cautious, especially when it comes to my daughters.”

“I understand. Really. We’re just here to find our mom. I didn’t mean to bring your family into it.”

Myron nodded, ostensibly accepting her apology. Finn wasn’t sure if he believed her story or if he was just being evasive, but it didn’t matter. He appeared to be on their side. For now.

The sun had dipped below the mountain and the crickets were singing. “Look, I don’t normally do this, but it’s late and the roads are a little sketchy in the dark. If you guys need a place to crash tonight, the barn apartment has a couch and a double bed.”

“That would be great,” Finn answered. Her mom had stayed in that apartment, and she wanted to know what memories she’d left behind.