Sean lifted a hand and tentatively knocked at the door of the Wilders’ house. After several knocks it cracked open. A woman who looked distraught stared at him with wide eyes that reminded him of Jonah. After some time her gaze turned to recognition.
“You…you’re Jonah’s friend.” Her voice was almost a hiss. Almost, for Sean could still hear its gentleness.
Sean nodded nervously. “I am. May I see him, please?” He was scared hearing his own pleading tone. Don’t let the worst thing have happened to Jonah. But before he knew it, Jonah’s mother charged forward and beat at Sean’s chest.
“Where is Jonah?” she screamed. “Where did you take my boy? Huh? Huh? Bring him back here, or I’ll call the cops!”
Amidst the stinging pain on his chest, Sean processed the new information Mrs. Wilder had unw
