“Daaaan!” Vince screamed, reaching for me desperately, nails scrabbling over the floorboards. My eyes widened in horror. I dropped the framed painting and lunged, landing on my belly with a grunt and snagging Vince’s fingertips just before he vanished into the darkness under the dining table. “Don’t let go, Dan,” he croaked. “I’ll never let go,” I rasped back. “I promise.”
