Chapter 22
Northern Minnesota
As Suzanne climbed the stairs, she kept scanning the space all around her. She had an eerie feeling that her father was watching and that he was either following her up the stairs or waiting for her at the top.
The door to her bedroom was closed, and Suzanne’s hand trembled as she reached for the doorknob. Then she quickly pulled her hand away as if the doorknob was hot and just by touching it she would be harmed. After a moment, she tapped on the door. “Hello?” Her voice was small and childlike. “Is anybody in there?”
Silence.
Cautiously, Suzanne turned the doorknob. As the door opened, her heart pounded. Her eyes scanned the small room. The walls were white, the small twin bed was covered with a quilt, and a wooden chair sat next to the lone window that
