They walked for what felt like much more than half a mile. Maybe it was because the woods were strange. Maybe it was because Zoe was going to see her father. She was so tense now, so alert, that time seemed to crack open and expand just to maximize her anguish.
She was going to see her father—it seemed like such an innocent statement. Except that he was supposed to be dead. Hadn’t she prayed for his soul at the cave? Yet, somehow, her father was still alive. He was up ahead through the trees. Doing god only knew what. Pretending to have no wife, no children, no Zoe, no Jonah, no past. Did they mean so little to him?
Rage seeped through her. She knew one thing she’d tell her father for sure: it was a good thing he’d gotten rid of his name because where he was going they wouldn’t let him keep it anyway.
A squirrel jumped into a tree as they passed, sending snow down the back of Zoe’s neck. She shivered as it melted on her skin. They couldn’t be more than a quarter mile away now—but a quarter mile from what? Knowing her father, he could be living in a house, a cave, an igloo, anything. She peered through the trees. There was no plume of smoke, no sign of life at all.
Suddenly, her phone trilled again.
ME!!!! it said.
“Bug, I can’t talk,” she said, hoping to preempt another tirade.
“Why are you looking at an ocean?” said Jonah, his voice more desperate than before. “You don’t even like oceans! You have to come home, Zoe! Right now, right now, right now! I am still alone and now it’s—it’s either raining or snowing, I can’t tell which. But it’s creepy and loud, and even Spock and Uhura are mad at you because I told them where you were.”
Zoe only half-listened.
The forest thinned out up ahead. The light grew stronger.
X leaned close and whispered, “We will soon be within sight of your father.”
Zoe nodded, and squeezed his hand.
“I gotta go, bug,” she said into the phone. “I’m sorry. I love you.”
“No, Zoe, no!” he said. “If you hang up, I will call back! I will call back thirty-two times!”
“Bug, stop!” she said. “I promise to call you back and make you giggle, okay? I will do whatever it takes. I will tickle you over the phone, if I have to.”
“That’s not even possible, obviously,” he said. “Unless I, like, put the phone in my armpit, and probably not even then.”
She felt guilty for hanging up. Jonah had suffered even more than she had. If she’d cried over her father a hundred times, he had cried a thousand. His eyes had gotten so puffy with tears that he could hardly see, and he’d let out wails that she would never forget.
There were only a hundred yards of forest left.
They could see something through the trees—a field of snow, maybe. A gray sky hung above it.
Zoe took X’s arm, and they followed the path as it snaked through the firs. Anger and fear fought for her attention. The woods were so quiet it was as if the silence, rather than being passive and still, were a living thing that devoured all sounds. It was like the snow. It buried everything.
Just ahead, two snow ghosts leaned toward each other, weary under their heavy white coats. They formed a narrow archway—an exit out of the woods, an entrance to whatever it was that awaited them. Zoe peered between the trees. In the distance, she could see a dark smudge on the snow—a cabin, maybe. A hundred feet and they’d be out of the forest.
She needed this to be over, but she kept slowing down, she couldn’t help it. She kept thinking of that day with Stan. She thought of Spock and Uhura huddled on top of Jonah in the snow, saving his life. She thought of Stan throwing Spock into the freezing water and holding him down with his foot. She thought of X doing the same to Stan. The boot on Stan’s head, the frigid water lapping into his mouth—the images were carved into her. They were her tattoos.
They ducked under the snowy archway. The branches groaned above them. Zoe didn’t trust them to hold. She held her breath, waiting for snow to bury them. She thought of the bird that had flown in for their breakfast—but now, instead of being trapped inside the hut, it was trapped inside her. She felt its wings banging and thumping in her rib cage.
“I want to talk to my father alone first,” said Zoe.
X began to object. She shook her head to silence him.
“Just give me a few minutes,” she said. “Then you can come and take him. I want him to know what he’s done to us.”
X agreed reluctantly.
“I will watch from the trees,” he said. “If you want me, I will be at your side before you can even finish the thought.”
They plunged out of the archway. The forest fell away and the world rushed out in every direction.
The smudge they had seen was not a cabin and it did not stand on a plain. It was a dingy shed, smaller even than the hut on the beach.
It stood on a frozen lake.