CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“Get on the floor!” Bo shouted. “Now!”
Rowena put her hands up.
“I don’t mean any harm,” she said.
“Bo,” I whispered.
“You’re not listening!” Bo said, ignoring me.
I held him back.
“Bo, that’s Rowena,” I said. “The one I’m looking for, remember?”
Bo looked at me, then at Rowena. He scratched his head.
“Oh.”
I went to the porch and looked at Hazel through the curtain to let her know I was there. She bared her teeth and growled. Upon seeing me, she calmed and whimpered.
I swung my gaze at Rowena.
“You got a lot of nerve coming in here and eating my Cinnamon Toast Crunch,” I said. “But I’ll forgive you if you tell me what the hell is going on.”
“I’m sorry for what happened,” she said. Her brown eyes were filled with sadness and regret. In her black hoodie, sungl
