CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
The sound of the pickup truck had only just faded when Chantelle turned and ran up the stairs. Emily followed, concerned about what kind of effect Sheila’s impromptu appearance would have on her. She wanted to reassure Chantelle but also knew she needed to let the child deal with whatever emotions she was feeling in whatever way she needed to.
Chantelle ran into her room and slammed the door behind her. Emily took a deep breath to calm herself, then opened the door. Chantelle was standing the other side of the room pummeling her fists against the wardrobe, kicking it over and over.
Emily watched helplessly. “Chantelle,” she said, but it was like the child was possessed and couldn’t hear her.
Chantelle bashed the wardrobe to the point where the wood caved in. Emily ga
