Chapter 30
When she knocks on my door, my first thought is to stay quiet. Maybe she’ll go away.
She doesn’t. Another knock, and I glance at the window. Unfortunately, it’s a sheer drop to the ground from here; the porch doesn’t wrap around the house and wouldn’t break my fall.
The door knob rattles. I locked it after myself out of habit. Miss Lucille’s voice is muffled but clear through the wood. “Nat Allen, I know you’re in there. Open up this instant.”
I let out a sigh and the fight goes out of me. I trudge over to the door and unlock it. Miss Lucille turns the knob in my hand and pushes against the door even as I open it for her. A few strands of hair have escaped her bun to flutter around her face, framing the rosy anger high in her cheeks. Her eyes flash at me in warning. Without
