Chapter 17
“Rebecca Jane Warren, don’t you ever scare me like that again!”
My aunt’s arms wrapped tight around me. Her big breasts pressed against my front. I squirmed uncomfortably, but I couldn’t escape.
“Ouch, my neck! Aunt Libby, let go!”
Tiffany and Uncle Flip stood beside my bed in the Jones’s cottage. At first, I wasn’t sure why they were looking at me so pathetically. Then it all came streaming back. I sat up too fast and my head started spinning. I fought the confusion, and looked around the room for police presence.
“Where did they go?”
“Where did who go?” my uncle asked.
Tiffany moved closer, kneeling beside the bed. “Are you okay?” She fingered the tiger’s eye bracelet she’d made, and I could see in her sad eyes that she felt like she’d failed me. “I was so worr
