As they walked into the dark corn maze, Elle crowded close to Lizzie. Lizzie looked over at her friend and tucked Elle’s arm into hers, patting her hand. Elle gave Lizzie a grateful smile, and they followed Deon deeper into the maze.
Coming to the first fork in the path, Deon stopped and looked back at them, asking, “Which way do you want to go?”
The girls looked left, then right.
“That way,” Lizzie said, pointing toward the left.
Nodding, Deon led them down the left fork. They walked along the uneven path until they came to another fork.
“That way,” Lizzie said, pointing toward the right before Deon could even ask.
He looked at her for a moment, then shrugged and walked down the right fork. They continued walking until Lizzie stopped and turned around.
“What is it?” Elle
