Aviva

Rage and worry fight for control as Shosanna stares at us, glancing from face to face. Her mouth and fingers are stained red from feasting from a basket of berries sitting next to her in the cart, but one quick scan of her body in whole shows me she’s dry and uninjured.

I think of crossing the creek only a few hours ago, how easily the current could have swept the cart away with her in it, and my chest convulses.

I open my mouth to say something, anything, but a muffled groan comes out instead.

Freya is the first to act. She brushes past me, her face twisted...