Then I hear the sound of an engine revving and the screech of wheels. I turn to the open door only to see the cabbie drive away.
Why would he leave without his fare?
Goosebumps spread over my arms as I pirouette slowly in place.
Is it possible that Leo got here before I did? That he predicted my moves and laid a trap for me?
“Mom?” I call. My voice is incredibly shaky now. With every passing second, I can feel my determination slipping.
Then I turn the corner and walk into the living room.
Over the back of the pastel green sofa, I see the top of my dad’s balding head. He’s slumped back at an odd angle.
“Dad!” I rush forward, but as I come around the couch, I see my mom lying next to him. She’s slouched down so far that I didn’t see her from the other side. I drop to my knees. “Mom!”
