Sheryl Heartwood checked through the peephole to find her best friends standing on her front porch. She unlocked the door and removed the chain before stepping back to face Abby and Tyler Bryan.
“Hey, guys,” she said, glancing behind them to find that truck still parked right on the edge of her property.
Ricky Van Nuy had been following her home for a couple of weeks now, and she seriously couldn’t sleep in this house for another night with that truck there. In an instance like this, she wished she lived with one of her sisters, the way Gwen and Celeste did. Or the hotel like Olympia. Alissa lived too far away from civilization, and she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to not have someone close enough to hear her scream.
She couldn’t see Ricky as her friends came in, their little
