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Contents Title Page Dedication Contents One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine About the Author Teaser Copyright Guide Cover Title Page Dedication Contents One Copyright Pagebreaks of the print version Cover Page i iii 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 ii This book is for two fearless readers,Grace and Ella, my nieces in the West.— JP Title Page Dedication One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine About the Author Teaser Copyright ASH STARED OUT the side window. They’d been driving since forever. He was in a land somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, reality and dream. The past hundred miles were a groggy, boring blur. The highway was fully dark, not another headlight on the road. The sky seemed starless, blank. The upper atmosphere obscured by clouds. And, weirdly, the car was moving slowly. Crawling, really. Willow’s voice broke the quiet. “It’s so foggy. Can you even see, Dad?” she asked from the back seat. Willow was Ash’s older sister by eighteen months, seated an arm’s reach away. It lately felt to him that the distance between them was far greater than that. “Ha, seeing—that’s overrated!” joked Mr. McGinn. No one laughed. He drove with his neck strained forward, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. The fog creeped along the roadway like a living thing—twisting, snaking, reaching out with cold fingers. The McGinns were driving through thick clouds, scarcely able to see the road. “This fog came out of nowhere,” Mrs. McGinn said. She sat in the front passenger seat, flicking through her phone. She turned to her husband. “I’m frustrated. There’s not a hotel within fifty miles that accepts pets.” Ash, eleven years old, instinctively felt for Daisy, curled up between Willow and himself. Daisy was a goldendoodle, a snuggly, softhearted pet that had grown up with the children. “Maybe we should pull over,” Ash suggested. “Daisy might have to pee.” Mrs. McGinn nodded to her husband. Without another word, Mr. McGinn eased the car to the side of the dark highway. “We’ll wait out the fog and stretch our legs. And kids—stay out of the road.” He pushed a button and the emergency lights flashed on, in case another motorist came zooming past. “Here? Seriously?” Willow said. “We’re stopping in the middle of nowhere?” “We’re somewhere, Will. We just don’t know where that is, exactly,” Mr. McGinn replied. “Everywhere is somewhere! Isn’t that right, kids?” Willow gave him the dead eye. She looked to her right, past Daisy and Ash and into the murky distance outside the window. She could make out a line of trees not far from the road. It was hard to tell in the dark. “In movies, this is where the ax murderer usually pops out of the forest and chops everybody to pieces. Don’t you think, Ash?” “Willow, don’t tease your brother,” Mrs. McGinn said. “Besides, they actually don’t use axes anymore. Nowadays, it’s usually a machete.” Ash clicked the leash onto Daisy’s collar. “Ha, ha, so funny.” He groaned. “You guys don’t scare me.” “Sure,” Willow said doubtfully. “Be safe out there, Little Brother.” The family exited the vehicle, except for Willow. She sat, arms crossed, announcing her disapproval. Mr. McGinn sagged against the front quarter panel of the car. His curly red-blond hair and freckled skin betrayed a Scottish ancestry (he could perfectly imitate Shrek’s thick burr). Some might describe him as a “big teddy bear” and not be far from the truth. Doughy, soft, large, gentle. Mr. McGinn rubbed his tired eyes. Absently, Tricia McGinn—tall, with light-brown-colored skin and dark hair that flowed past her shoulders in a shiny wave—squeezed the back of her husband’s neck. “You look tired. We could all use a break. Driving in this weather is stressful for everyone.” She returned her attention to the phone. “Signal’s gone. That’s weird. Suddenly I’m not getting anything.” She looked into the night sky, as if an answer would be provided there. A radio tower, a flickering satellite, something. But the night sky was strangely still. No lights, no stars, no thing at all. As if they had driven into a void. Ash led Daisy into the grass, tugging gently. The ground was damp with dew. The fog swirled and circled around them, brushing against Ash’s legs like a hungry cat. A cold breeze stirred. A shiver zippered up Ash’s spine. He regretted leaving his hoodie in the car. He walked away from the road and the parked car, toward