Summer woke. She’d fallen asleep on her mother’s bed, her arm trailing the rug. Disoriented, she sat up. She thought she’d heard a scream. Glancing at the digital wall clock, she saw that it was 3:36 in the morning. Had she been dreaming? The room was the same it had been before she fell asleep, with the bedside lamp on and the door closed. She listened for some other sound to confirm she hadn’t been dreaming, but nothing came. It was hot, she realized, really freaking hot. Scooting off the edge of the bed, she slipped into her shoes; if the Airbus hadn’t left yet, she could catch her mother there. And then what? You’re going to get her alone somehow and tell her what you heard.
Summer stalled halfway to the door as a realization slipped like ice into her head: Taured. What would he do if he knew she’d been hiding under the Chevy, listening to his conversation? Had they noticed she wasn’t in her own bed, or had Sara covered for her? She reached for the door, determined to find her mother one way or another, and found it locked.
Locked? She tried again, yanking at the handle. Had there been a key? She tried to remember the first day, if Taured had given her mother a key, but there was no such memory. No, no one in the compound had a key to their room; she’d been watching people open and close their doors for years without keys. And besides, the door was locked from the outside. Mama installed a lock after you moved to Kids’ Camp, she told herself. That was it. And she probably left for her trip and locked up without coming inside. She pounded until her fists were numb.
Wherever her mother was, she didn’t know this was happening. Summer screamed until it felt like she’d swallowed broken glass. Her mother kept bottled water under the bed, so she crawled forward on her hands and knees, pulled out a bottle and, unscrewing the cap, gulped down the whole thing. The room was hot, too, like the air-conditioning wasn’t working. But someone would find her. They had to.
No one came for Summer until hours later. By that time, she was cried out, hungry and defeated. Sara’s mother, Ama, heard her pounding and had gone to get Taured, who came back with the master key.
“My God, Summer,” he said, looking at her in amazement. “How long have you been in here?” He looked rested, fresh, like he’d just gotten out of the shower.
Summer stood by the bed in socks, shorts and a T-shirt and asked in a half daze, “Where is my mother?”
“She’s gone, left on mission trip to Florida. Didn’t she tell you?”
“No,” Summer said numbly.
“She’s known about it for a while, Summer. I’m so sorry.”
That was it: that was the lie. He lied with clear, bright eyes and an easy smile. It wasn’t his true self; she’d heard his true self speak to Sammy. Summer, who was tired and hungry, began to tremble. Just yesterday, she’d trusted this man with her whole entire heart, and now she could barely look at him. The things she’d taken from the envelope were just feet away. If he found those...if he knew what she’d seen...
“She never came back to the room. I waited here for her.”
“She must have come back because she locked the door,” Taured said.
“It’s never been locked before,” Summer argued. “It was like someone locked me in here on purpose.”
“Why would someone do that?” He was frowning now, his eyes alight with curiosity. “No one wants to hurt you here, Summertime, you know that.”
She looked at his face: it looked honest...kind. When he smiled, creases appeared at the corners of his eyes. He smelled like soap and cloves—good things. He played with the little kids, tossing them into the air and tickling them until they squealed. He sang on some nights, while he played the guitar, and his voice froze everyone to complete stillness until the last verse.
The sins of the parents will be visited on the children.
“She always tells me when she’s leaving and she always says goodbye, so I was confused,” Summer said.
Taured seemed to look right into her when he said, “Did y’all have a fight? You certainly ran out of the cafeteria in a hurry...”
So he had been paying attention to more than just Feena and Jon. If she said yes, he’d ask her what the fight was about, but if she denied it, he’d know she was lying. Either way, she was royally screwed. She decided her best bet was distraction.
She kept her voice light so it didn’t sound like she was challenging him. “I’m surprised you noticed. You seemed to be very focused on what you were doing.” She could keep her expression scraped of anger, but her voice was another story altogether. Everything she said sounded like a challenge and she hadn’t intended—
“And what was I doing, Summer?” There was a threat dangling in his question.
Summer imagined herself standing on a tall ledge, balancing her weight so she didn’t fall. Her mother was en route to Florida, and she was stuck here for the next few months on her own. She would make it hard for herself by picking a fight with Taured. She’d seen what happened to the people who did it. Her dad, her drug-loving con man of a father, used to say, “Tell an honest lie when you need to.”
“You were welcoming our new family members.”
“That’s right,” he said, locking his eyes on to hers. “And what were you doing?”
She shrugged, trying to flatten her tone, but her heart was racing. “I left dinner early. I didn’t eat because I’m fasting. I didn’t want to be tempted, you know?”
He seemed to consider this for a moment, and then in a gentler tone, he said, “Was your mother upset that you were fasting?” His eyes were scanning back and forth across her face like he was trying to read her.
“I don’t know,” she lied. She tried to look bored.
“Come with me,” Taured said, his eyebrows raising in concern. “I think we need to have Doc look you over.”
Her head jerked away from the wall. “I’m fine,” she said. She didn’t like Sara’s father; his eyes and hands lingered where they shouldn’t.
“It wasn’t a suggestion, Summer.”
“Okay,” she said. She would have said anything he wanted in that moment; she just wanted out of that room with its pressing walls and suffocating air. Feeling small and afraid, she ducked her head in shame to hide her tears.
“Can I call my mother?”
He didn’t answer. She fell into step behind him. He was walking quickly, like he wanted to be done with her. Summer had never felt lonelier than in that moment, following a man who meant her harm—who meant her mother harm. When he was speaking to Sammy, he’d sounded like a different person. Summer had the urgent idea that maybe it wasn’t Taured all along; maybe she’d just thought it was Taured and she’d been listening to someone else entirely. Her hope fizzled out when she remembered that Sammy had called him by name. Just yesterday morning she’d trusted him, probably more than she trusted her mother. How long had her mother known that her daughter was a traitor, ready to rat her out? She was as bad as Sammy. The shame Summer felt was consuming. She could barely look at Taured now. When had she made him her most important person? Her mother said they were to be foreigners in this land, but here she was, lapping up the hometown honey.
Mama, help me. Summer could try to summon her mother all she wanted, but she was not there.
Summer was alone.
Taured stopped walking and faced her. Summer looked around. She’d been so focused on her thoughts that she hadn’t been paying attention to where they were going.
They were in the hallway, near his office, but he’d walked past it. Only two doors stood on this side of the hallway, which dead-ended at a brick wall. Taured opened the closest one. He stood with his hand on the knob, smiling at her.
“Go on in,” he said. “I’m going to get Doc.”
Fear drove her feet forward, through the doors and into—
Darkness.
She looked back at Taured and for a second he smiled. Then the door closed.
Summer was alone in the dark.
11
Then
A year later
“You swing like a rookie, Summertime.”
Her name sounded wet in his mouth. She didn’t like it when he called her that anymore.
Her hands gripped the bat, her breathing hitching in terror as she stood over home plate; she wouldn’t look at him, but she could always feel his eyes as they probed. It was a sixth sense she wished she hadn’t acquired on that terrible afternoon a year ago. Since the day she’d overheard his conversation with Sammy, everything had been...different. The change was noticeable to everyone; she’d gone from being attentive and eager to sullen and rebellious overnight.