Zelda tucked her head against Mr. Darrow's shoulder. If he was agreeing with her - or at least saying yes, she could like him - then why did she still feel so hollowed out?

Probably because he was going to die, or leave at the very least, and so tomorrow none of this was going to matter anyways. She was going to be alone, and he was going to have adventures, and everything was going to be just the way it always was.

"I promise," Zelda said, "No strange men. It's a deal."

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