I just had a walked down memory lane, like film strips that were played in reverse on my head. I blinked and I went back to thinking what I just heard.
"What?" I asked.
"The court granted him parole, Leslie. Who would have thought that guy would pass the hearing? But he is still under supervision. He cannot commit a crime, come near you or any of his family so it's still safe here in Burlington."
"But mom, he can just be anywhere. We can't be so sure." I stood. My heart leaped with danger. "What if he'll come after me?"
"We will track his whereabouts. Nothing will happen as long as you behave. Come home when the storm subsides." Her voice was still stern.
"Where is he exactly now? Are you tracking him already?"
"No. We don't have any contacts yet. Anyway, I'm hanging up. Don't go any
