"The squirrels?" she suggested, at a loss for any other ideas. "Adrienne mastered the art of bribery by the time she was six, if not sooner."

But reclining Jacks were made to be leaned upon, and Emma moved over, placing her head on his shoulder for support. "I did cut my hair off when I first ran away," she shared. "I did it myself with an old pair of scissors; it wasn't my most flattering look." Which had rather been the point, actually.

"She's going to tell Winston where I am."