Chapter Eighteen
Emma
Mrs. Walker was persistent on me staying put at the house, but I had to find Preston. I knew where he was. To keep her from alerting him, I ate my breakfast and said I was going to hang out in my room and draw. The drop from the balcony wasn’t too high, but I copied what Preston had done the other night, and climbed down the wall. Luckily, the windows weren’t anywhere near the kitchen.
As fast as I could, I took off down the walkway to the beach. Other than a man letting his chocolate Lab play in the ocean, there wasn’t anyone else around. I didn’t know what I was going to do when I saw Preston, but I knew it was time to say something. He wasn’t going to let me in without telling him the truth.
I took the stairs one at a time up to the back porch, until a loud thu
