Chapter Eight
I packed up everything I thought I might need for a stay of indefinite duration and loaded it into my hand-me-down Honda. My parents insisted on driving over with me, even though it was still broad daylight and I should have been fine. They probably just wanted to be with me for as long as possible, and I couldn’t blame them. After all, until earlier that day, they’d been facing the very real fear of never seeing me again.
While I was packing, Kara and Lance had gone back to their place to fetch the keys to the cottage, along with the remote for the garage door. They’d already left again by the time I was ready, for which I was grateful. Of course, I loved Kara and Lance — they were like the aunt and uncle I’d never had, since both my parents were only children — but right
