Chapter 257
257 –Time To Matters Into Our Own Hands
Madeline:
By the next day, I had noticed a few patterns about her. She seemed very timid and meek.
Even though she was our age, it felt like she had never worked a day in her life.
I asked her about packs, and she said she had never lived in one, which confused me.
I could not ask her many questions because she would break down often.
And of course, the sight of Baxter was traumatizing for her.
At the time, she was hesitant around anyone, and I understood why.
The only thing that seemed to cheer her up was Bodhi’s interaction with her.
He was taking care of her and making me proud. As for Elara and Gina, they were giving their father company.
After the woman decided to take a short nap, I stepped outside the shelter to speak with Baxter about a few things.
I noticed the ground no longer looked uneven. Baxter had been working on the base.
He had set thick logs into place, creating a solid surface to build on.
“So, how is she?” Baxter asked, adjusting the support beam while crouching low.
“She is still pretty shaken up. I tried to ask for her name, but I do not think she is ready to open up about anything right now,” I replied, helping Baxter as much as I could.
“Hold it there,” Baxter instructed, guiding me to keep the log steady.
I planted my feet and held the log in place.
“Yeah, she will be traumatized for a while. What they did to her is hurtful,” Baxter continued, speaking with difficulty.
I knew why this topic was heavy on him.
Baxter was crouched near the base, adjusting the log when I spoke again.
“So I was thinking about why she is angry,” I mumbled, watching him secure a peg into place.
I stood a few steps away, my arms loosely crossed, after he gestured for me not to step back and showed me he had it handled.
The way she kept throwing fits and having outbursts came from the pain they had caused her, but also from the fact that she was not able to get justice.
“What is it?” Baxter asked.
“It is a lack of justice,” I mumbled.
He stayed crouched for a moment longer, wiping his hands on his pants.
“I told you I will look for them. They will not let them get away with it,” he replied sternly, sounding confident.
I shook my head, shifting my weight.
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“No, I do not think that is how it will work,” I replied.
The tone of my voice made him go still. He turned fully toward me, giving me his full attention.
“What are you thinking, Madeline? Say it,” he insisted, likely noticing the way I kept glancing at him, as if forming a plan in my head.
“We should plan a trap,” I said, then paused as the idea took shape.
“Or we could do something else,” I added, stopping again when I noticed Baxter standing firmly now, his jaw tight.
“ What are you thinking about, Madeline?” he demanded, his voice firmer this time.
“I think if I wander around looking like a damsel in distress, they will show up,” I said, then drew in a breath when I noticed the look on his face.
He shook his head and pointed a finger at me.
“No. I am not putting you in danger,” he replied, stepping closer so he could look into my eyes.
“Baxter, you know I can take care of myself. I can defend myself,” I said, then paused, choosing my words carefully.
“What I mean is, if I am strong enough to take them down and you stay nearby, keeping a close watch, it will be easier for us to catch them p>
I tried my best to explain, but his expression did not soften, which told me he was not convinced.
“You think power and strength are all you need to protect yourself?” he asked, his hands on his waist.
“You need a solid plan. You do not know what kind of weapons they have. They know this place well. You do not, Madeline p>
Then he stepped closer and lowered his voice.
“And do not forget you have three children here. What if we fail to catch them? They will come back for the children instead p>
When he said it out loud, I finally understood the tension in his shoulders and why he was so against the idea.
“So you want me to believe that once they are under your watch, they will escape?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest, noticing the surprise on his face.
“Baxter, once you are onto them, I do not think they will have much choice but to surrender. And what makes you think they will not come after my children? Do you really think that us not interfering will keep them at bay?” I continued, pressing my questions.
As I spoke, I noticed he finally began to understand that we could not simply look for them. We had to lure them in.
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