The Unmaking of June Farrow by Adrienne Young

Author:Adrienne Young [Young, Adrienne]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2023-10-17T00:00:00+00:00

I’d abandoned all hope of waking up.

I tore into the weeds, ripping them up from the soft earth one fistful at a time. The overgrown vines hid me from view as I worked, clearing another section of the garden inch by stubborn inch.

Eamon had left for Esther’s as soon as Margaret arrived, and I’d caught her watching me out the window more than once. Even now, decades before I’d know her, she couldn’t hide that concern on her face.

I’d known for days that this wasn’t a dream, but that morning had been the first time I’d felt like what I was doing here was actually dangerous. Nathaniel Rutherford’s murder happened only a couple of weeks before I left, the same day as the Midsummer Faire. I hadn’t put that part of the timeline together before and judging by Eamon’s reaction in the kitchen that morning, I had to question whether it was a coincidence.

What would have happened if I’d been questioned by the sheriff, unable to account for anything he knew to be true about me? Jasper was the kind of town where you couldn’t hide things. It was too easy to unearth them when you knew so much about everyone. And people talked. You could always count on that.

I’d walked the edge of the field for more than an hour after Eamon left the house, scouring the horizon for any sign of the door. I counted back to the time I’d seen it in the churchyard and then tried to remember the time before that. I needed a pattern. A sequence that I could dissect in order to make some kind of prediction. But if recording my episodes had taught me anything, it was that they seemed to be completely random.

The locket watch around my neck was growing heavier by the day, a tightening noose that felt more and more like a ticking clock. Esther had been sure that the door would reappear, and Eamon was sure that the last time I’d left, I’d walked through it. That I’d gone back home, to my time, where Birdie, the house on Bishop Street, and Mason waited.

Every time I thought about Mason, my heart twisted. He’d be frantic by now, doing whatever he could to find me. If it had come out that I’d been going to see Dr. Jennings, the sheriff would likely determine that I was unwell, and that my condition was linked to my disappearance. They would draw connections between me and Susanna, maybe even before I was officially designated as a missing person. My name, description, and photo would be sent to neighboring counties, but I knew what most people would say. That what had happened to my mother had happened to me. That the madness was to blame.

I raked my hands through the soil as I kneeled in the garden. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky or even a hint of a breeze, making my hair stick to my face and neck. I didn’t care, digging until the muscles in my arms were weak.

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