Andre doesn’t move; his eyes skim the camp. Isi is behind us on horseback, a rifle on his back, but I know he can have it to his shoulder in a heartbeat. Charlie stops. His eyes are bright blue, like his pa’s. Piercing. “Ětes vous ici seul?” Frère Andre asks. “Only you? Here?” “Nah,” Charlie says...
I go to Sister Ann for chores instead. Her face is pinched and thin. “Stay close today, Emmeline,” she says, packing candles into a crate. “Course, Sister Ann.” “I mean it truly.” She frowns. “No one is permitted outside the fortification unless it’s on Brother Stockham’s say-so.” My heart sinks....