![]() ![]() “I’m fine,” Petunia said, not caring that she didn’t sound fine, or very gracious, either. “I’m just trying to help.” He held up his hands in a placating gesture. “All right, there?” Oliver tried to take hold of her arm, but she shook him off. Petunia pulled her cloak closer around her, but it caught on the basket and nearly made her stumble. The sun, which had been shining bravely through the trees as they set off, was now hiding behind gray clouds that threatened snow. Was it because of her nightmares? Had he heard her? He was definitely watching her, but was that only so she wouldn’t run away? They had been walking for an hour now, and Petunia could not have been more lost. ![]() Looking at Oliver sidelong as they trudged through the woods, Petunia wondered if he was staring at her more than usual today. ![]()
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