Chapter Twelve
“You called him. How could you do that to me?”
Marcie flushed and rested a sleeping Kyla against her shoulder. “Maggie, sit back down. You need some help. Look at you, you’re shaking. Your forehead’s covered with beads of sweat. I bet right now your muscles ache. You haven’t eaten anything, have you? You’re nauseous, right? Your eyes…” Marcie eased back her chair and stood up beside Sam.
Maggie clutched at her chest through her bulky coat and stepped back until she bumped into the small-framed archway that led into the front room. She needed to get out of here, but Richard blocked the only exit. The way they were watching her was freaking her out, so she shut her eyes. Her ears were buzzing.
“Maggie,” Richard called out to her.
She opened her eyes, but her vision blurre
