Fifty-Six
Katty shifted the car into drive. The deputy had said it'd be okay. Gotta get out of town. If Phil found them again ...
"You okay Baby Bea?"
Bea kicked the back of Katty's seat.
"I don't even care if you kick my seat anymore, Bea." Katty pulled away from the stop sign. "I don't know where to go. We can't go to the trailer." She blew out a deep breath. "I don't even ... I don't know." She wiped her cheek.
"Mommy?"
"What, Baby?"
"Mommy, I see those little lights again. The sparkly ones. They're all around me."
"Bea? Are you all right? You hit your head when we slammed into the mailbox."
"Mommy. The Lights are back."
Katty pulled over. She turned in time to see Bea's face surrounded by light specks, reflected in Bea's brown eyes.
Bea kicked her feet. "Mommy, they tickle."
