Chapter 9My gut clutched at the sight of Billy’s phone.
“What the hell?” I stared out into the storm-ravaged backyard as rain and leaves blew into the room, across the kitchen floor.
My gaze fell on the lit-up cell phone vibrating and dancing across the tabletop. I snatched it up and pocketed it. My breaths came in short, shallow gasps as I pressed END on my cell and walked to the open door.
I turned to the sound of something shifting behind me, down the hall. “Hello?” I stood in the dark kitchen, clutching my cell phone to my chest.
The urge to call 911 was at my fingertips. I stopped and leaned against the counter to gather my thoughts. My hands trembled, as my mind spun wildly.
I told myself that Christie and Dylan were my responsibilities, wrestling the chattering voices in my hea
