hurtling toward me. My first meeting with Hawkins was Saturday.
âI have to think about this.â
Yates nodded. âI know. Itâs a big decision, so I want you to call me. Iâll answer any questions about Exodus you have. You got the phone, right?â
I waved it at him through the grate.
âIt works even though the screen is busted,â he said. âAnd there arenât any patriarchal controls. Iâm on the contact list under AP.â
âAP?â
âAntsy Pantsy.â
I smiled. âMomâs nickname for you.â
âI figured if Roik ever found the phone he wouldnât know that name.â
The front door of the church creaked open, and I heard men talking. Roik and another guard.
Yates turned toward their voices. âYouâre stronger than you realize, Fearless.â
My heart pinched. I wanted to stay, but the voices were getting closer. âRoikâs looking for me.â
Yates dropped his voice. âIâm done at work around ten and back at my apartment by ten-thirty,â he said. âSo if you want to talkââ
Footsteps passed a few feet away. I nodded, and Yates sat back and disappeared into the dark.
I slipped into a pew and pretended to say penance, but my head was spinning, trying to take it all in: Yates. Father G. Exodus.
If I had the guts to run, Yates would help get me out.
19
The house was silent and dark before I brought the phone out. The screen burst bright and I closed myself in my closet. I scrolled down. There were definitely no patriarchal controls. News, politics, condoms, gambling. Anything a man could want was right here at my fingertips.
And for the first time in my life, I had unlimited phone access. I shot down the contacts list and found AP. I had to be careful. If we got caught, theyâd come down on Yates harder than me. Dad would sign me off to Hawkins before even I knew it.
I heard the connection take. Please let this be Yates, not some crazy.
âAvie?â He sounded like heâd been waiting with his hand on the screen. The cracked screen distorted his face, but I could still see his smile.
âThank God itâs you.â
âSo the phoneâs working okay?â
âYeah. Looks like it.â
âExcellent.â
I was about to ask where he got it, when he grinned and said, âYou know what I was thinking about?â
âNo, what?â
âRiding Buddies.â
âOh, I havenât thought about that in forever.â When Mom volunteered for equine therapy, Yates and I used to go to the stable and help with the kids who had cerebral palsy and Down Syndrome.
âRemember how Bruiser followed you around like a big dog?â
I smiled, seeing this huge Appaloosa horse plodding after me. âIt was the carrots. Iâd stuff my pockets.â
âAnd I thought he liked you.â
âThe truth comes out.â
Dusty scratched at the door, and I let her in. She settled into my lap and I rubbed her tummy.
âI was remembering your mom, too,â Yates said.
I tensed. It was still hard for me to talk about Mom.
âYour mom was the first person to tell me that people would listen to me, that I could make a difference in someoneâs life.â
âYeah, she believed in you. She saw how you helped Matt.â For a year, Yates had held Matt up in the saddle until he could sit up straight and take over the reins.
âYou know heâs applying to Oxy for next year?â
âNo!â
âYeah. Heâs got an electric chair, takes him everywhere.â
âYou did it.â
âNo, it was all Matt.â We sat, the quiet tying us together. âAves, if your mom was here, what would she tell you to do?â
âIf she was here, none of this would be happening.â
âSorry.â
I breathed in and out, got myself centered. âNo, Iâm sorry.â
âBut if she could speak to you, what would she