Chapter 9
Anne closed the door to Evan’s house quietly, not sure why at first. Then she knew.
Anne still saw all three of those memories; she felt all of them.
Evan alone. Evan’s dad alone. Evan walking in on his father with the gun.
Mr. Griffith wasn’t here yet, but disaster was still coming. She looked at the closet beside the front door. Evan had never mentioned his father having a gun, but that didn’t matter.
Anne opened the door, blinking when the bright light came on. She stepped up onto a grimy tackle box. She closed her eyes, trying her best to focus on just one memory.
All three of them were still playing in her mind, still rushing toward her with devastating force.
She leaned up as far as she could, calf muscles cramped from running in the heat, grasping the doorjamb. Righ
