CHAPTER 13
ELIZABETH
Cherry gave me a lift home. It was the last thing I expected given the harsh way she’d reacted when I confronted her about the whole vomiting thing. Still, I was glad. I hadn’t been looking forward to cruising on the bus and being stared at again. The drive over had been quiet and as soon as I hopped out, Cherry kicked up dust and sped down the hill.
“Thanks!” I called after the smoke and sand where her car used to be.
I turned around and stared up at the Brown mansion. The three story Victorian style house sprawled bombastically over the hilltop. The walls were painted a dull brown that matched the sand surrounding the island. The insides were as fancy as the resort that had funded this architectural masterpiece. Every time I stepped inside I was afraid that I’d b
