Josey stood in front of Mr. Peter, her voice sharp. father” she said slowly, “you better be on our side.”

Mr. Peter’s hands trembled. He tried to act calm, but his eyes flicked nervously toward the wardrobe where Faye was hiding. A small piece of Faye’s dress was showing from the corner.

Josey’s eyes moved around the room, curious.

Before her eyes could drift toward the wardrobe, Mr. Peter stepped forward quickly, blocking her view. “You’re right, Josey,” he said in a rush. “Even if I die, you’ll be the one to come to my grave. I’ll be on your side.”

Josey stopped and smiled, pleased with herself. “Well,” she...