Five
I don’t know why I ran. If Danella had gone back to them, wasn’t a thing I could do. And if she was actually their niece and she had made up the whole story, good riddance to her.
Only I didn’t think she had made it up. I didn’t know what was going on. Maybe Danella was only telling me part of the story, but I knew she had been scared when we first met, and she was still afraid for her mother.
Where was her mother?
Right then I didn’t care.
My heart was in my throat. Ridiculous to feel this way about someone I had known less than an hour.
I took my steps two at a time. Then shoved the key in the lock, turned the knob, and pushed the door open and called into the dark living room, “Danella!”
“What?”
Danella stepped into the room from the kitchen, looking like a spot of light in
