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“Four graves, three stones,” said a raspy voice. “But only two sets of bones.”
Brian muttered, “Geez, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” and followed. The
Brian said nothing. Cold skeleton trees clustered thick on either side. The path itself twisted and turned, going gradually downhill. There was no proper sunset, just a slow, inevitable darkness. Eventually they had to pull out their phones to see. Their flashlight apps lit the woods in pieces and made everything seem sinister and unreal.
“You’re kind of grumpy most of the time, but when things get bad, you’re the bravest. People can surprise you, Ollie-pop.”
Ollie thought a minute and then she understood. IN the maze or OUT. Maybe OUT was safer. No scarecrows. But IN . . . IN was finding Brian and Coco. IN was maybe saving everyone. IN was being brave. Like her mom had been brave. Always, always. Her mom was the bravest person Ollie had ever met. Ollie could be brave. Her mom was helping her. She was. Ollie swung around until IN lined up with the path. “Show me,” she whispered.
She’d not imagined a kind smile, the sort that would make a scared kid not be scared anymore.
