There’s nothing to hook my foot on so I can climb over. I move us to the stone wall the gates are connected to, then nearlyscream in frustration when I realize it’s not stone, but adobe. Smooth, flawless, gripless, unclimbable adobe.
“Willow, baby, listen to me.” I try to swallow back my own tears as I wipe hers away. “I… I’m going to help you squeezethrough.”
She nods. Then eyes the bars with the same wariness I feel. Neither of us are sure if she actually will fit through, but I have totry.
Clicks sound next to my head.
I freeze.
“Don’t give us reason to shoot.”
Slowly, oh so slowly, I lift my hands in surrender. My fingers are trembling out of control, and tears stream down my face.Willow starts crying again, and now, I’m grateful she has that rabbit to hu
