Chapter 72 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

The third borrowed pen would not fit through the chicken-shed door. Perrin turned it sideways while I held the latch clear, scraping old paint onto my sleeve. Behind us, Garrick waited with the intake records, and three families watched from the yard.

“We can remove the front panel,” I suggested. “...