Low Red Moon by Ivy Devlin

Author:Ivy Devlin
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Bloomsbury USA
Published: 2010-09-13T22:00:00+00:00

I walked through the woods, cutting into them behind Renee’s house, and it wasn’t like I didn’t know the way. I did.

But all I could think about was how everything was gone. Mom, Dad, and now the house. It was like my whole life was being erased, and I started thinking about what Louis said about power, and how I had it. How the evil that had taken my parents wanted it.

If I had power—whatever it was—the evil must want me. Or it just wanted to make sure I never remembered what happened the night my parents died.

I paused, slowing down. The forest was very quiet. Too quiet? I was pretty sure it was, but then I hadn’t been in it every day lately. I wasn’t the girl I was before, and in that moment I missed Mom and Dad so much I sank down to the forest floor.

I let the smell of the woods flow into me. I looked at the trees, so constant, forever standing tall, forever standing watch, and wished I had their strength.

I wanted to hear Mom’s voice, Dad’s voice; I wanted to be walking home and go inside, have Mom remind me to take my shoes off, have Dad ask me if I’d seen anything interesting. I wanted to smell whatever Mom was cooking, and I even wanted to kick off my shoes and watch them land in the pile by the door, the one I was always digging through, trying to find a pair and wondering how it always seemed like one shoe disappeared deep while one was always easy to find.

I wanted Mom to call me over, hug me, and ask me about my day. I wanted her to smile when I said, “Fine,” because she knew that meant nothing special had happened; wanted to hear her say, “Tomorrow,” like she knew something good would happen then, that something amazing was in store for me.

But all that was gone now.

I got up and started walking again. The forest was still so quiet, but it felt like someone had passed through right before me—or was right behind me.

I stopped and made myself look around. Dad had taught me to track a little, but I couldn’t see any signs that someone else had been here. I didn’t see any footprints, not even the tiny hints that were left when someone tried to remove them. If anything, the path to the house seemed like no one ever had been on it. Like I hadn’t even been on it.

But I had.

I thought of Ben but pushed it away because I wanted this to be all about my parents. I needed it to be, and I could see the house now, or at least the roof. It shone in the light of the slowly sinking sun, glittered off all the things Dad had used to build it.

I started walking faster, not wanting to see the house like I had before, not in the dark. I want to walk inside in the daylight.

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