Whispers at Moonrise

reason she recalled the first time she’d seen him—sitting in the back of the bus, not very happy to be there.
    She dropped the suitcase and hugged him. Tight. They had something special. She wasn’t sure what it was, or if it should have been more, but she knew she cared about him. Probably always would.
    He touched her cheek. He didn’t say anything, but that touch said so much. He still loved her.
    She picked up her suitcase and walked up on the porch. She left her suitcase by the door, then looked out toward the exit. She’d called Hayden earlier and told him to meet her at four thirty. She suspected he was already here. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who’d be late.
    “Holiday.” Kylie called out her name when she walked in.
    “In the office,” Holiday called back. “I just poured you a cup of coffee.”
    Kylie moved to the door. Holiday sat at her desk, her red hair hanging loose. She looked … happy. She wore her love for Burnett very well.
    “You’re up early … again,” Holiday said.
    Two cups of coffee waited on the desk. Had Holiday known she’d be here? Kylie went and sat in the chair. “How—?”
    “Lucas came by late last night,” the camp leader confessed.
    Kylie swallowed. Short and sweet. She didn’t want to talk about Lucas right now. “I have to go live with my grandfather for a while. Just until I figure out who I am.”
    Desperation entered Holiday’s gaze. “You can’t…”
    Emotion lumped in Kylie’s throat. “I need to figure this out.”
    “We can figure it out together,” Holiday said, but her expression was one of sad acceptance. And it wasn’t like Holiday not to fight harder. Unless …
    Kylie remembered that when Holiday died, she’d spoken with Heidi, Kylie’s grandmother. “She told you I had to go, didn’t she?” When confusion filled Holiday’s eyes, Kylie explained, “Heidi, she told you about this.”
    “No, not…” She paused. “She said I shouldn’t stop you from making your own choices.”
    “And this is my choice.” Damn, it hurt to say that . “I’ll be back. You know that.”
    Holiday pressed her open palms on the desk. “What am I going to tell your parents?”
    Kylie paused. “I’ll figure it out and call you.”
    Holiday exhaled. “Burnett is going to be so furious.”
    “I know. That’s why I was hoping you’d just tell him about this. I don’t think I could face him right now.”
    “I don’t like this.” Holiday’s voice sound so tight.
    Tears filled Kylie’s eyes and she stood up. “Della wouldn’t hug me good-bye. Please don’t say you won’t.”
    Holiday bolted up. “I’ll hug you for me and Della. And Burnett.”
    The embrace lasted for several long seconds. “I love you,” Holiday said. “And I expect a phone call from you this evening. And every day. Every morning and night.”
    Kylie nodded. “Thank you for not fighting me on this.”
    Holiday put a hand on each side of Kylie’s face. “Don’t think I don’t want to.”
    “But you know it’s the right thing?” Kylie asked, hating that she needed a little more confirmation. But damn, should doing the right thing feel so wrong?
    Holiday inhaled. “I don’t know if it’s right. I won’t stop you.” She frowned. “But I will say this. If this is about what happened with Lucas—”
    Kylie inhaled. “This isn’t just about him.” And it wasn’t. He was just the proverbial straw that brought the camel to its knotty knees.
    Holiday sighed. “Sometimes, when we’re hurting, we make choices we wouldn’t normally make.”
    Kylie shook her head. “Remember how my dad told me that we would work out these things together? I think by ‘we’ he meant chameleons.”
    Holiday frowned. “You don’t know that’s what he meant. You thought he was telling you that you were going to die. Maybe if we went to the falls you might—”
    “No, this is right,” Kylie said, and there was a part of her that believed it.
    Holiday exhaled, her breath shaky. “Then I have to let you go, even if I don’t agree.”
    They hugged again. Short and sweet. Kylie walked out.
    The dad-blasted blue jay swooped in. More tears filled Kylie’s eyes. “Go,” she told the bird. “It’s time to leave the nest. For both of us.”
    Turning, she spotted Hayden waiting by the gate. She picked up her suitcase, the same one she’d brought with her to Shadow Falls last June. She started walking and got a few feet from the gate when a sudden whisk of