Gwen’s green eyes begged him to do something, but Alex didn’t have a clue. Even though he had tried everything he could think of, Jose and Zach kept staring into space as if hypnotized. No amount of shaking, shouting, and splashing cold water changed a thing. The buds he’d had since elementary were still under some sort of freaky spell.
And now it was full-on dark.
Alex looked away. He didn’t want to, but he thought about that day. The day Mom clutched at her blouse, jaw open wide, four years ago. She’d sputtered and gasped, fighting for breath.
that“Mom! Mom! What’s wrong?”
“Mom! Mom! What’s wrong?”Her hands shot to her throat. No sound came out.
Her hands shot to her throat. No sound came out.The dish slipped from his hand and shattered into a thousand pieces. He wanted to go to her
