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“Growing up, Petra and I weren’t allowed to do anything. No school dances. No going to the movies with friends. It was school and work and prayer. It was only a matter of time before Petra was going to rebel.”
“How long had she been sneaking out?”
“Only a week or two, as far as I could tell. The beginning of July was when I first watched her do it.”
My heart sinks. I’d been hoping it had started weeks before my family moved into Baneberry Hall. But, no, we were there by the beginning of July.
“The night Petra disappeared, did you see her leave?”
Hannah gives a quick shake of her head. “But I assumed she did, because she was gone the next morning.”
“And that’s when you told your mother she had run away?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because Buster was also gone.”
Hannah sees the confusion on my face and elaborates.
“He was Petra’s teddy bear. She got it years before I was born and still slept with it like she was my age. If she spent the night somewhere, Buster went with her. You don’t remember this, but she had him when we went to your house for that sleepover.”
Hannah gets up and leaves the kitchen. She returns a minute later with a photograph, staring at it as she resumes talking.
“She’d never leave home without him. Ever. When we realized Buster was also gone, we assumed she’d run away. Most likely with this boy she’d been seeing.”
That boy could have been my father, a possibility that makes me as wobbly as the kitchen table. The feeling gets worse when Hannah finally shows me the photograph. It’s her and Petra, presumably intheir bedroom. Petra sits on a bed. Next to her is a disturbingly familiar teddy bear.
Brown fur.
Button eyes.
A red bow tie circling its neck.
It’s the very same bear Dane and I found in my father’s office. Now it is gone. While I don’t know—and likely will never know—who took it, I can think of only two reasons it was in Baneberry Hall.
“You mentioned that Petra brought Buster that time you spent the night,” I say.
“Yes,” Hannah says. “Even though we never made it the full night.”
I’m well aware of that, thanks to the Book.
“Is there a chance Petra left it behind?” I say, hoping I’m not revealing too much. Hannah doesn’t need to know that, until a few nights ago, Buster was still inside Baneberry Hall. “Maybe it got lost.”
“She brought him home with her,” Hannah says. “I’m certain of it.”
That leaves only the other reason Buster could have been in the house. The one I’d been hoping wasn’t true.
Petra brought the bear with her because she thought she was leaving for good. Probably with my father. The idea sucks all the air from my chest.
Short of breath, there’s nothing left for me to do but stand and leave the cottage in a daze. Hannah follows me past the living room, where the television has changed from a game show to a sitcom. Forced laughter blares from the TV.
It’s not until I’m at the back door that I turn around to ask Hannah one more thing. A question prompted not just by that picture of Petra and her bear but by the memory of yesterday morning. Mister Shadow in the armoire, staring at me, creeping closer.
“You seem to remember a lot about the night you two came to Baneberry Hall for that sleepover.”
“It was pretty hard to forget.” Hannah huffs out a humorless laugh,as if she can’t believe that, with everything else going on, this is what I want to talk about. It makes perfect sense to me. She was there. She remembers. I don’t.