A creaking sound had me tensing, panic setting in. Chuck and Maryanne had always been too lazy to search for me, but maybe that was changing. I frantically searched the space for my baseball bat. “LeeLee?” I froze. That voice. I knew it almost better than my own, even after not hearing it for eight years. It wasn’t possible, yet hope bloomed in my chest. Treacherous hope. I didn’t want to look because I didn’t want to find out I was wrong.
