I don’t know why I went to that pothead Eddie for help, anyway. He probably only has a single functioning brain cell left.
Not that I’m in any position to judge. I’ve been drinking so much wine, I should buy stock in the grape industry.
When I hear the sound of laughter, I lift my head and look toward the window. The laughter comes again, bright and bubbly, though I can’t see anyone out in the yard. Curious, I go to the window and peek out.
The little blond boy in the red rain slicker runs across the lawn in front of me.
I gasp and fling myself against the wall, flattening my back against it. My heart pounds.
Adrenaline floods my veins, leaving me shaking.
If anyone had told me before this moment that the sight of a cheerful toddler would strike such terror in my soul, I’d have laugh
