dark slice beyond it.
Then her hand appeared around the corner first.
Not her face.
Her hand.
It slid along the wall as she came up.
“Natalie, are you okay?”
Dylan said, “Is she alone?”
I couldn’t tell. My mouth had gone dry.
Melissa came into view.
She was still wearing the pink pajama shorts she’d changed into after pizza. Same oversized camp T-shirt. Same continue reading …
