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Chapter Thirty-Seven
“I’m really happy you’re taking it so well—I am—but James,
this really isn’t something to be excited about. We’re
running for our lives.”
“But we’re doing it together,” he says for the fifth time, a
huge grin overcrowding his face. He took a liking to Kenji
almost too quickly, and now the pair of them are conspiring
to turn our predicament into some kind of elaborate
mission. “And I can help!”
“No, it’s not—”
“Of course you can—”
Adam and Kenji speak at the same time. Kenji recovers
first. “Why can’t he help? Ten years old is old enough to
help.”
“That’s not your call,” Adam says, careful to control his
voice. I know he’s staying calm for his brother’s sake. “And
it’s none of your business.”
“I’ll finally get to come with you,” James says, undeterred.
“And I want to help.”
James took the news in stride. He didn’t even flinch when
Adam explained the real reason why he was home, and why
we were together. I thought seeing Kenji’s bruised and
battered face would scare him, unnerve him, instill a sense
of fear in his heart, but James was eerily unmoved. It
occurred to me he must’ve seen much worse.
Adam takes a few deep breaths before turning to Kenji.
“How far?”
“By foot?” Kenji looks uncertain for the first time. “At least
a few hours. If we don’t do anything stupid, we should be
there by nightfall.”
“And if we take a car?”