Elijah
Everything was packed, right down to our dirty underwear. We wanted to be able to leave as soon as possible. The last meal the WIC Company had provided was now cold and congealed out on the table under the tent. Mayah, Harley and I had retreated into the camper to relax, while Jeremy and Brendan remained in the van, hopefully eliminating all evidence of a certain artifact.
I don’t know why, but my gut was telling me that there was no way I should let Sylvia Warren know that we had found that relic. Simona Westbane had given the hairpin to Mary Beth. And Mayah was Mary Beth. There was a good reason Simona had chosen her to be the next guardian of the object.
I felt like such an ass for not believing Mayah when she told me she didn’t take the relic from the van. I had apol
