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“And you？” I ask him in a thick voice。 I’m not sure I can physically bear this looming goodbye。 “Will
you be safe？”
“Neither heaven nor hell can keep me apart from you； Melanie。”
Without giving me a chance to catch my breath or wipe away the fresh tears； she threw another at me。
Jamie curls up under my arm—he doesn’t fit the way he used to。 He has to fold in on himself； his long；
gangly limbs poking out in sharp angles。 His arms are starting to turn hard and sinewy； but in this moment
he’s a child； shaking； cowering almost。 Jared is loading the car。 Jamie would not show this fear if he were
here。 Jamie wants to be brave； to be like Jared。
“I’m scared；” he whispers。
I kiss his night…dark hair。 Even here among the sharp； resinous trees； it smells like dust and sun。 It feels
like he is part of me； that to separate us will tear the skin where we are joined。
“You’ll be fine with Jared。” I have to sound brave； whether I feel that way or not。
I flinch。 When Dad didn’t e back—though his body did eventually； trying to lead the Seekers to
us—it was the most horror and the most fear and the most pain I’d ever felt。 What if I do that to Jamie
again？
“I’ll e back。 I always e back。”
“I’m scared；” he says again。
I have to be brave。
“I promise everything will be fine。 I’m ing back。 I promise。 You know I won’t break a promise；
Jamie。 Not to you。”
The shaking slows。 He believes me。 He trusts me。
And another：
I can hear them on the floor below。 They will find me in minutes； or seconds。 I scrawl the words on a
dirty shred of newsprint。 They are nearly illegible； but if he finds them； he will understand：
Not fast enough。 Love you love Jamie。 Don’t go home。
Not only do I break their hearts； I steal their refuge； too。 I picture our little canyon home abandoned； as
it must be forever now。 Or if not abandoned； a tomb。 I see my body leading the Seekers to it。 My face
smiling as we catch them there…
“Enough；” I said out loud； cringing away from the whiplash of pain。 “Enough！ You’ve made your point！ I
can’t live without them either now。 Does that make you happy？ Because it doesn’t leave me many
choices； does it？ Just one—to get rid of you。 Do youwant the Seeker inside you？ Ugh！” I recoiled from
the thought as if I would be the one to house her。
Thereisanother choice； Melanie thought softly。
“Really？” I demanded with heavy sarcasm。 “Show me one。”
Look and see。
I was still staring at the mountain peak。 It dominated the landscape； a sudden upthrust of rock
surrounded by flat scrubland。 Her interest pulled my eyes over the outline； tracing the uneven
two…pronged crest。
A slow； rough curve； then a sharp turn north； another sudden turn back the other way； twisting back to
the north for a longer stretch； and then the abrupt southern decline that flattened out into another shallow
curve。
Not north and south； the way I’d always seen the lines in her piecemeal memories； it was up and down。
The profile of a mountain peak。
I could find them。
Wecould find them； she corrected me。You don’t know all the directions。 Just like with the cabin； I
never gave you everything。
“I don’t understand。 Where does it lead？How does a mountain lead us？” My pulse beat faster as I
thought of it： Jared was close。 Jamie； within my reach。
She showed me the answer。
“They’re just lines。 And Uncle Jeb is just an old lunatic。 A nut job； like the rest of my dad’s family。” I try
to tug the book out of Jared’s hands； but he barely seems to notice my effort。
“A nut job； like Sharon’s mom？” he counters； still studying the dark pencil marks that deface the back
cover of the old photo album。 It’s the one thing I haven’t lost in all the running。 Even the graffiti loony
Uncle Jeb left on it during his last visit has sentimental value now。
“Point taken。” If Sharon is still alive； it will be because her mother； loony Aunt Maggie； could give loony
Uncle Jeb a run for the title of Craziest of the Crazy Stryder Siblings。 My father had been only slightly
touched by the Stryder madness—he didn’t have a secret bunker in the backyard or anything。 The rest
of them； his sister and brothers； Aunt Maggie； Uncle Jeb； and Uncle Guy； were the most devoted of
conspiracy theorists。 Uncle Guy had died before the others disappeared during the invasion； in a car
accident so monplace that even Maggie and Jeb had struggled to make an intrigue out of it。
My father always affectionately referred to them asthe Crazies。 “I think it’s time we visited the Crazies；”
Dad would announce； and then Mom would groan—which is why such announcements had happened so
seldom。
On one of those rare visits to Chicago； Sharon had snuck me into her mother’s hidey…hole。 We got
caught—the woman had booby traps every…where。 Sharon was scolded soundly； and though I was
sworn to secrecy； I’d had a sense Aunt Maggie might build a new sanctuary。
But I remember where the first is。 I picture Sharon there now； living the life of Anne Frank in the middle
of an enemy city。 We have to find her and bring her home。
Jared interrupts my reminiscing。 “Nut jobs are exactly the kind of people who will have survived。 People
who saw Big Brother when he wasn’t there。 People who suspected the rest of humanity before the rest
of humanity turned dangerous。 People with hiding places ready。” Jared grins； still study…ing the lines。 And
then his voice is heavier。 “People likemy father。 If he and my brothers had hidden rather than fought。…
Well； they’d still be here。”
My tone is softer； hearing the pain in his。 “Okay； I agree with the theory。 But these lines don’tmean
anything。”
“Tell me again what he said when he drew them。”
I sigh。 “They were arguing—Uncle Jeb and my dad。 Uncle Jeb was trying to convince him that
something was wrong； telling him not to trust anyone。 Dad laughed it off。 Jeb grabbed the photo album
from the end table and started… almostcarving the lines into the back cover with a pencil。 Dad got mad；
Jared nods absently； still studying。 “The beginning… the beginning… It has to mean something。”
“Does it？ They’re just squiggles； Jared。 It’s not like a map—they don’t even connect。”
“There’s something about the first one； though。 Something familiar。 I could swear I’ve seen it somewhere
before。”
I sigh。 “Maybe he told Aunt Maggie。 Maybe she got better directions。”
“Maybe；” he says； and continues to stare at Uncle Jeb’s squiggles。
She dragged me back in time； to a much； much older memory—a memory that had escaped her for a
long while。 I was surprised to realize that she had only put these memories； the old and the fresh； together
recently。 After I was here。 That was why the lines had slipped through her careful control despite the fact
that they were one of the most precious of her secrets—because of the urgency of her discovery。
In this blurry early memory； Melanie sat in her father’s lap with the same album—not so tattered
then—open in her hands。 Her hands were tiny； her fingers