“You must’ve been very scared.” Mama’s voice pierced the silence eventually. I pressed the cool glass of wine to my cheek. “I was,” I admitted. “I also had a feeling…I can’t explain it. Like Rhyland was going to come and save the day.” It was ridiculous, but when Rhyland explained he’d installed a tracker on Mr. Mushroom (RIP), I was relieved but not surprised. Subconsciously, I always knew that if there was a man on this earth who could save me, it’d be him.
