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mind, Malorie rushes into the kitchen. There, under the sink, she pulls forth a stack of newspapers. She manically rifles through them. Breathing hard, her eyes wide, she checks the back of each one.
    Finally, she finds it.
    The classified. Riverbridge. Strangers inviting strangers into their home. Malorie reads it again. Then she reads it another time. She falls to her knees, clutching the paper.
    Riverbridge is twenty minutes away. Shannon saw something outside, and it killed her. Malorie must get herself and her child to safety.
    Suddenly, her heavy breathing gives way to an endless flow of hot tears. She does not know what to do. She has never been this afraid. Everything within her feels hot, like she’s burning.
    She cries loudly. Through wet eyes, she reads the ad again.
    And her tears fall upon the paper.

six
    W hat is it, Boy?”
    “Did you hear that?”
    “What? What did you hear? Speak! ”
    “Listen.”
    Malorie does. She stops paddling and she listens. There is the wind. There is the river. There is the high squawking of birds far away and the occasional shuffle of small animals in the trees. There is her own breathing and her heart pounding, too. And beyond all this noise, from somewhere inside it, comes a sound she immediately fears.
    Something is in the water with them.
    “Don’t speak!” Malorie hisses.
    The children are silent. She rests the paddle handles across her bent legs and is still.
    Something big is in the water before them. Something that rises and splashes.
    Malorie, for all the work she has done protecting the children from madness, wonders if she’s prepared them enough for the old realities.
    Like the wild animals that would reclaim a river man no longer frequents.
    The rowboat tips to Malorie’s left. She feels the heat of something touching the steel rim where the paddle ends rest.
    The birds in the trees go quiet.
    She holds her breath, thinking of the children.
    What plays with the nose of their boat?
    Is it a creature? she thinks, hysterical. Please, no, God, let it be an animal. Please!
    Malorie knows that if the children were to remove their blindfolds, if they were to scream before going mad, she still would not open her eyes.
    Without Malorie paddling, the rowboat moves again. She takes hold of a paddle and prepares herself to swing it.
    But then she hears the sound of the water splitting. The thing moves. It sounds farther away. Malorie is breathing so hard she gasps.
    She hears a fumbling among the branches at the bank to her left and imagines the thing has crawled onto shore.
    Or maybe it walked .
    Is a creature standing there? Studying the limbs of the trees and mud at its feet?
    Thoughts like these remind her of Tom. Sweet Tom, who spent every hour of every day trying to figure out how to survive in this awful new world. She wishes he were here. He would know what made that sound.
    It’s a black bear , she tells herself.
    The songs of the birds return. Life in the trees continues.
    “You did well,” Malorie pants. Her voice is caged with stress.
    She begins paddling and soon the sound of the Girl shuffling her puzzle pieces joins in with the sound of the paddles in the water.
    She imagines the children, blinded by their black cloths, the sun embarrassing them with visibility, drifting downstream. Her own blindfold is tight against her head, damp. It irritates the skin by her ears. Sometimes, she is able to ignore this. At others, all she can think about is scratching. Despite the cold, she regularly dips her fingertips into the river and moistens the cloth where it chafes. Just above her ears. The bridge of her nose. The back of her head where the knot is. The wet cloth helps, but Malorie will never fully get used to the feel of the cloth against her face. Even her eyes, she thinks, paddling, even her eye lashes grow weary of the fabric.
    A black bear , she tells herself again.
    But she isn’t so sure.
    Debates like these have governed every action Malorie has taken