My lungs burn from the effort of dashing to Finn's scream.
Even then, I trail far behind Echo and Rowan, who have the advantage of supernatural speed.
I hate it.
Hate being human and slow when a child needs me.
These kids are vulnerable, and I'm supposed to be watching over them—what was I thinking, letting him dash off like this?
Easy: Finn was being Finn. Overexcited about the idea of taking a dog with us, even if we don't need it and she belongs to other people. I didn't think twice about his exuberance as he bounded off to "ask for permission". I should have.
By the time I reach the Walter and Mabel's camper site, everything's already in motion. Broad-shouldered Rowan pushes his way into the trailer first, disappearing into the doorway. Echo, on the other hand, reaches inside and drags Finn backward, away from whatever he's seen.
