Chapter 30

Or was it?

When Braden couldn’t wait any longer, he blurted out, “What happened when you were ten?”

He clamped a hand over his mouth, as if embarrassed he’d said anything at all. But his eyes stared at Lane, begging for the rest of the story.

“When I was ten,” Lane told him, “we got in the car same as always. Second Sunday of Advent. Drove out to the library. Parking lot was empty. We pulled all the way around to the back, where we always parked. My sister and I were in the back seat, and my dad’s axe was between us on the floor. But do you know what we found when we got there?”

Braden shook his head.

Leaning across the table, Lane whispered, “Someone had put up a fence.”

In spite of however he might have felt about Lane, Braden laughed. “A what?” he shrieked with delight.