“Where’s Ian?” Peter tossed his football, then caught it. “He went back to Boston,” I said. He’d been gone nearly a week and the Point was quiet without him. I’d gone over to the Steeles’ dock, but didn’t have the nerve to take the kayak out on my own. “If he was here, we’d play football,” Peter whined. I rubbed my sandy hands together. “I’m done with this. I’ll play.” We threw his ball back and forth a few times. When Becca tried to join, Peter wouldn’t throw to her, so she stomped off. I brought her back just as Peter threw the football into the castle, wrecking it. Everyone yelled at him and Olivia cried all the way back to the Big House. We’d run out of water bottles again, so the kids drank from the hose. Bucky made a puddle in the grass and dirt off to the side of the Big House, near the garden. Then Lauren dropped Poley into it and burst into tears. I ran around the Big House and into the kitchen to search for paper towels. When I got back outside, I gasped.
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