Evan turned the key in the lock, still listening for the imagined burglar. Cool air hit as hard as the hot air had, raising chills all over his sweaty body and making his head pound.
Too cold, it was way too cold with no one home. His parents always adjusted the thermostat when they were all out.
“Anyone here? Hello?”
He closed his eyes for a second, holding on to the door. He heard his mother’s voice in his mind, warning him about coming into a cold house after running around outside. Warning him he could throw up or pass out and hit his head. His head was indeed swimming, his stomach turning slow, sickening loops.
He remembered how pale his mom’s face had been that morning, even though she’d planned to go back to work today. He dropped his backpack and walked toward the kitchen, keep
