Chapter 15All Vicky remembered was the light of her parents’ living room fading away into prickling pinpoints of black. When she opened her eyes and found herself in the dark she had no idea how she had gotten there or where she was, but the feel of unfinished concrete beneath her told her it wasn’t anywhere she wanted to be.
Deep, steady breathing brought her back to reality. The air here was musty and damp, and she knew that it had to be underground. As her eyes adjusted shapes began to form, and when Vicky found the strength to turn her head she saw the small slit of a window she recognized well. This was the basement of her childhood home, the lights all out, only a small sliver of light allowed in from the window. Why was she in the basement?
“Mom?” Vicky asked, mouth feeling like i
