So much for keeping a low profile here. Everyone is watching us run dramatically down the beach. Arya doesn’t seem to mind and I don’t have it in me to stop her.
The woman on the blanket looks up, sees who it is, and then a smile spreads across her face. She claps her hands and points, and the little girl comes running across the sand and straight into Arya’s arms.
That would be June, I assume. She has the same red hair as her mother.
Arya props June up on her hip and carries her over to the blanket, even though she’s too big for such treatment.
I’m happy to have found him, but I hold back. The last time this family saw me, I was a threat. I’m the reason they ran away.
The little girl seems to notice me first, her eyes wary. I smile, but she doesn’t return it.
Wary. I like her alread
