there would be no help, that she had cried it away.
Cat shivered. “My alarm clock is going to go off any second. And when we meet at your locker before Latin, and I tellyou about my insane dream, I’m going to embellish to make this part a lot more fun.”
Eureka scanned the barren mountains. “We’re going to have to split up. Someone needs to stay here with Dad and the twins. The other two will look for help.”
“Look where? Does anyone have any clue where we are?” Cat said.
“We’re on the moon,” Claire said.
“We need to find Solon,” Ander said. “He’ll know what to do.”
“Are we close?” Eureka asked.
“I tried to steer us toward a city called Kusadasi on the western coast of Turkey. But this doesn’t look like any of the pictures I researched. The coastline is …”
“What?” Eureka asked.
Ander looked away. “It’s different now.”
“You mean the city you were trying to get us to is underwater,” Eureka said.
“Have you even met this Solon guy?” Cat asked. She was trolling the landscape for large swaths of seaweed, bundling them under one arm.
“No,” Ander said, “but—”
“What if he sucks as bad as the rest of your horrible family?”
“He’s not like them,” Ander said. “He can’t be.”
“Not like we’ll ever know,” Cat said, “because we have no idea how to find him.”
“I think I can.” Ander ran his fingers through his hair quickly, a nervous habit.
Cat swiped rain from her cheeks and sat down with her mound of seaweed in her lap. She knotted strands of it together, until it almost resembled a blanket. For Dad. Eureka felt stupid she hadn’t thought to do the same.
“He
thinks
he can?” Cat muttered to her blanket.
Ander lowered his face to Cat’s. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to reject everything you’ve been raised to believe? The one true thing in my world is what I feel for Eureka.”
“If I never see my family again—” Cat said.
“That’s not going to happen.” Eureka tried to mediate. “Who’s coming with me to find help?”
Cat stared down at the seaweed. Eureka realized she was crying.
Dad’s wound was serious, but at least he was here with Eureka and the twins. Cat didn’t even know where her father was. Eureka’s tears had dissolved Cat’s family. She had no idea what had become of any of them. All she had was Eureka.
“Cat—” Eureka reached for her friend.
“Do you know what the last thing I told Barney was?” Cat said. “I told him to eat two turds and die. Those can’t be the last words I ever say to my brother.” She cupped her face in her hands. “My mom and I were supposed to take this opera class where they teach you how to sing falsetto. My dad promised to cartwheel me down the aisle at my wedding.…” She stared at Eureka’s father, semiconscious in the mud, and seemed to beseeing her own father. “You have to fix this, Eureka. And not like when you duct taped your mom’s rearview mirror back on. I mean, really fix, like, everything.”
“I know,” Eureka said. “I’ll find help. You’ll call your family. You’ll tell Barney what he already knows, that you love him.”
“Right.” Cat sniffed. “I’ll stay here. You two go.” She laid her blanket of seaweed over Dad, then sat down miserably on a rock. She drew the twins into her lap, tried to cover their heads with her cardigan. This was a girl who refused to join summer camping trips if there was the slightest chance of drizzle.
“Let me help you.” Eureka tried to stretch the cardigan over the twins and her friend. She felt a twist of heat behind her and spun around.
Under a crook of rock extending from the boulder, Ander had started a small fire using scraps of wood debris. It blazed at Dad’s feet, mostly out of the rain.
“How did you do that?” she asked.
“Only takes a couple of breaths to dry out wood. The rest was easy.” He lifted a corner of the seaweed blanket to reveal a pile of dry