After dinner, Henry was surprisingly well-behaved and left her alone.

Early the next morning, a flurry of activity buzzed below the treehouse.

Giselle’s eyes flickered open to find that Henry had already risen. She approached the door and realized that the crew was in the midst of moving.

Megan glanced up and caught her eye.

“Giselle, let me help you pack.”

Just as Giselle was about to agree, she turned around—apart from the quilt on her bed and a set of ...