Now, all the sounds I found restful moments before just put me on edge. Every twig snapping or scuttling animal has me jerking my head to peer through the brush with a racing heart.
All the while, as I hurry back, I can’t help but recall my father’s recent words.
“You never know when an attack might surprise you.”
Well, looks like he was right. Turns out there are more dangers in a retirement town than getting lost or falling down a ravine.
As I’m moving at a near run, it doesn’t take me long to return to the backyard.
I burst through the trees just as a figure in a dark hooded sweater is stepping in through the back door.
“Faith?” I call out.
The figure stops and turns.
Faith, with her dark gray hooded top pulled up to cover her red hair, meets my eyes for a long moment, then with
