CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
When Monday arrived, I was no less ecstatic about going to school. Peggy and the boys were gushing on about last week’s party, throwing a few bits of my small word fight with Amber while I dragged along quietly. I opened my locker, my thoughts pretty distracted. That letter was still troubling me as much as the behavior of the man who delivered it. A part of me wanted so badly to believe that my stepfather and mother were right about Dad never daring to set foot in Woodcave. Maybe someone who didn’t want me to live in peace was playing around with me, messing with my thoughts.
“Definitely a prank,” I mumbled under my breath, more in an effort to reassure myself as I picked up my math book.
A scream left my lips when strong hands hugged me from behind. When I turned a
