Raina
I stared past her and saw Joanna coming up behind Betty. She shoved the older woman forward, sending her tumbling down the steps. Horrified, I got out of the way, as she landed near my feet, her neck broken.
“Hurry!” called Joanna, turning away from the stairs. “Before he gets away!”
Lightheaded and in a world of hurt, I climbed up, focusing on nothing else but getting my son back. As I reached the top of the staircase, I heard the sound of an automatic garage door. Panicking, I stumbled through the cabin, toward the front door. When I made it outside and onto the porch, I saw a red SUV kicking up dust as it headed away from the house.
Slether was getting away.
“No!” I screamed, dropping to my knees.
“Bullshit. I’m not letting him get away with this!” hollered Joanna. She beg
