Chapter 195

• Fern's Perspective
• I stood in the kitchen, staring out the window at the fading sunset, my mind in turmoil. Daniel had been especially quiet today. When he came back from school, instead of running out into the yard to play as he usually did, he sat inside the house, staring blankly at the wall. I had tried to talk to him, but Daniel spoke without a hint of a smile, his face distant and expressionless.
• But today felt different—everything seemed out of place, because it was the night of the full moon.