Even though the mouth of the Monroes' basement wasn't dark like it usually was, my heart still pounded as I looked down into its depths. When I'd seen Callum's car parked out front, my stomach had flipped itself inside out. He was never here after school.
I pressed my lips together as Jo flew down the stairs, her skirt swinging wildly. She wanted to continue her recycling crusade with me, and I said I would go because I felt better about Mom staying buried after yesterday's visit to the graveyard. But I planned to visit the next day just to talk. If Scary Boy happened to be there again, oh well. He could threaten me all he wanted.
Unable to stop my small-yet-anxious smile, I followed Jo at a much slower pace.
There was Callum, on the couch, his entire body twisted around to look at u
