Chapter 497

• I lowered my eyes and kept sipping my oat milk, but the calm was gone.
• After breakfast, I took Mr. Hayes and Yuna Hartwell to hike a nearby hill. We reached a pavilion halfway up, and I decided not to go any higher.
• Mr. Hayes might be injured, but his stamina was solid—didn't even sound winded. Yuna, though, broke a sweat and panted like a little puppy. She clung to my arm and asked, “Mommy, are we still climbing? I’m wiped!”