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Things to burn.
If somehow we can get them to feel our presence, maybe they’ll be curious enough to dig around into the house’s history too. I wish I hadn’t burned the letter from Sally, but there’s still the ledger hidden in the suitcase cupboard.
I glance sideways at all the weaknesses of my husband, then smile up at him. “Ah, I see what you mean.”
As the raven caws angrily—nothing to burn for her, no hope for release—my thoughts race ahead. I look back down at the moldy damp windowsill. I’m going to have to get braver at going into the house. Trying to make noises. Get some attention.
“We just have to make sure they know we’re still here,” Freddie says, his eyes burning bright as he looks down at our erstwhile friends.
“We do.” I nod and let him kiss my head as I realize that if anyone’s getting out of here first, it has to be me. I have to make contact with one of them before he does.
Get them toFINDITFINDITFINDIT.
Freddie will never set me free if he gets out first. Just as the same is true the other way around if I get out first.
He smiles down at me, and I know exactly what he’s going to say. We end up saying it together.
“Marriage is teamwork, after all.”