I knew George was close. I could feel him with every cell in my body. I wanted to cry, because I wanted him so badly, but at the same time, I knew the closer he got, the more danger he was in. I felt my empty stomach gnawing on itself and I wanted to vomit. I watched the cellar door anxiously, and felt my heart beat heavily in my chest.
The moment he stepped up on the old rotted porch, I cringed. Everyone else came and went through a back door. The porch was rotten. From where I sat cuffed to the radiator I could see how the roof was starting to collapse over the porch. Every step George took made the wood groan and creak in protest. I found myself holding my breath. George was so big, how the heck did he think he was just going to quietly sneak inside? I could literally feel
