14
“YOU NEED TO CALL THE police,” Chandelle said.
Luella had already told the girl that wasn’t going to happen.
“Someone broke into your house, Luella. They took your money! You have to report that!”
Slumping in her chair, Luella sunk into resignation. “It’s my own fault, treasure. I left the back door open. That’s just inviting criminal activity. The police will tell me it’s my own fault.”
“What? No they won’t. They’ll try to catch the burglar and get your money back.” Chandelle pulled a phone from her knapsack. “We shouldn’t even be here. There’s a chance they’re still in the house.”
“Oh, so what?” Luella said, feeling the energy drain from her body. She could practically feel her life force exiting her physical form. “Let them take me in my sleep. Who cares anymore?”
