In the Shadows

hesitated, looking at Charles. “You don’t really think there’s any-

thing they can do to help you, do you?”

Charles shrugged. “No, I don’t. I’m mad they’re yanking

Thom’s chain, is all. He doesn’t deserve any more disappointment.

He’s a good brother. The best brother.” He held Cora’s eyes in a

way that felt significant, as though trying to feel whether or not

she understood just how valued Thomas was.

Cora nodded solemnly, a winsome smile tugging on her lips.

“He is.”

Charles seemed to relax, as though a question had been

answered. “I’m glad we agree. He’s going to need a lot of help

when I’m gone. Now, come on. We can’t let them see us!”

Cora followed him inside. The dim contours of the room

began to sharpen, settling into focus. A few stacked crates crowded

against them, and a single grimy window set high in the wall

opposite begrudgingly let some light in. The floor extended half-

way across the small building, where it ended at the rock wall of

the pier. Mild waves slapped lazily, sliding back and forth under

the gate that opened to allow a single small boat in.

“Over here,” Minnie whispered, waving them toward the

back. Several crates were stacked high enough for them to slip

behind and be out of view, as long as they pressed against each

other.

Cora wondered how long they would have to wait, but it was

only a few minutes before Thomas and Arthur could be heard,

arguing softly. The door opened again and the boys’ muffled foot-

steps filled the silence. Cora was certain her heart was beating so

loudly they’d be able to hear it. Sneaking and spying were Minnie’s

pastimes, not hers, and she hated the fear of discovery combined

with the guilt of deception.