It was silent. Silence in a foster home did not bode well.
Savy kept her eye on the bunkhouse, watching for any movement. So far, all she saw was stillness. All she heard was silence. She wasn"t the psychic sister in the James clan. Still, she knew something bad was about to happen.
The reality was that something bad had already happened. The tracks of Mr. Davidson"s tires were still visible from the porch, even though the sun had set. Savy had the urge to go and kick rocks until the dirt covered the pattern.
It wouldn"t matter. Mr. Davidson was still coming back in the morning to take Daria away. And there was nothing Savy could do about it.
"We"re not letting this happen."
The sound of Charlie"s voice in her ear was once the most comforting thing to Savy. Over a phone crackling with
