“You wanted me scared before you even spoke to me.”
She didn’t answer.
The note’s mystery was solved, but the answer was worse than I expected. Way worse. I turned back to look at my house. My daughter… was this really what Hope wanted?
The note’s mystery was solved, but the answer was worse than I expected.
“Claire, please.”
I heard Rachel behind me as I marched back home.
“You stay right there.” I pointed at my front steps. “You’re not entering my house until Hope explains what’s going on.”
But before I could grasp the doorknob, my front door flew open.
My daughter… was this really what Hope wanted?
Hope appeared wearing pajama shorts and an old sweatshirt.
“Mom?” She frowned at me.
“I’m here!” Rachel stepped forward.
The color drained from Hope’s face. She slowly turned to stare at Rachel.
“Rachel! What are you doing here?”
“I’m here!”
