![]() ![]() Someone had pounded a series of heavy-duty nails all around the room, then tangled a string of fairy lights around them. The ceiling here was a dark, bare wood, sloped until it almost touched the equally bare wooden floors. We emerged in that familiar attic warmth. The stairs-more ladder than stairs, really-shuddered and creaked with each step. We just had to relax.Īddie pressed our lips together and moved forward. But an attic we could handle, especially if it had windows and wasn’t too cramped. I’d said as much back at Nornand, when we’d been forced to climb into a torturously small machine for testing. Having a panic attack here, in front of everyone, would be devastating. “Go on,” Jackson said, gesturing up the stairs. ![]() He’d lowered the heavy lid, his friend watching behind him. So Addie and I crawled inside, curled up to fit in the darkness. But more than anything, I remembered the biggest trunk, because that boy, he’d said, No one will look in there. ![]() There had been an ornate, old-fashioned trunk. A dead sort of heat, the kind that sucks all the air from a room. Because he’d picked us to go with him, and I’d been hopeful. Addie had hesitated, but I’d said Go.īecause he’d beckoned. Two boys had headed for the attic, one pausing halfway up the stairs to beckon us up with them. I’d told Addie to follow the others into the house. ![]()
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