Chapter 15I surged through the back door of the house, dumping my backpack on a chair in the hallway, next to the land-line phone—which we barely used these days.
“Aunt Jessica?” I called out. Her car was here, but I didn't know where she was. She could have been visiting a neighbor, or taking a walk. When I didn't hear her call back, my gaze went up the stairs. I had to tell Weeks about what I'd just learned. Who else could I tell, if not him?
I grabbed my backpack, charged upstairs, and tossed it onto my bed. I paused in the hallway listening for any sound from the bedroom two doors down. After a moment, I heard Weeks cough.
Gathering my nerve, I went up to the door and knocked quietly, just in case he was asleep.
“Who is it?” came his raspier than usual voice.
“It's me. Lainey,” I
