“What?” Tyson peers down at the high mound of snow below the window. “Are you crazy? We’ll get stuck in the snow.”
Luke shakes his head as he backtracks to the desk. “No, we won’t. I promise.”
“Luke!” the woman shouts. “I know you’re here so come out, come out wherever you are.”
“Please,” Luke begs with dread in his large brown eyes as he scoops up the iPod from the desk.
I’ve seen that kind of fear in my own eyes and in Mitchell’s.
Without any more hesitation, I swing my leg over the windowsill.
Tyson’s fingers fold around my skin as he snatches me by the elbow. “Cindy, are you crazy?”
I wiggle my elbow out of his hand, and before he can grab me again, I step up onto the windowsill. Bending over, I spring onto my toes and launch myself out the window. When I hit the ground, my legs
