Chapter 3
The stillness woke Saoirse. The camper wasn’t moving, so she slowly got up and stretched. The light outside looked like early morning and, in spite of everything that had happened, she was hungry. When she slid open the bedroom door, she saw a note taped to the bathroom door.
“Come into the house when you’re ready. Mam is making breakfast and you can get more answers – Meggie”
Saoirse had a moment of shyness at the idea of meeting more people, so she used the bathroom, washed up, then took a few minutes to untangle her hair and put it in a fresh braid. She found a package of hair ties on the sink, and silently thanked Meggie as she bound up the tail of her braided hair.
The camper was parked in a driveway that held at least six different vehicles – everything from four-door pickup trucks to a sleek two-seater sporty car in glossy black. Sair sat on the step of the camper and pulled on clean socks and her sneakers, then made her way up the steps, across a section of the porch, to the door. She could hear several voices and the sounds of dishes and utensils, and that shyness washed over her again.
“Are you going to stand there, or are you going to go inside?” The voice came from behind her and Saoirse whirled with a choked cry, hands lifted in fists to defend herself.
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