And before he knew it, his left arm was stretched behind his head in a wind-up pitch, his front leg lifted high for leverage, and he was fully engaged.
Steph let out a little yelp as the rock left Owen’s palm. Instead of zooming out of focus to match the miniature Apple Valley below, the stone did the opposite.
It grew like a balloon.
And it kept growing.
It expanded and swelled until it became a crater-less meteorite the size of Apple Valley’s central hill where the race track existed—the very landmark it seemed to be aiming for, though Owen hadn’t consciously tossed it there.
Or had he?
In his head, he heard the rising crescendo of a thousand panicked screams. They didn’t sound like they were coming from below, but he knew they were. And he knew the source: they were the children p
