As we turned toward the sound, my stomach flipped with anticipation. I slowly got up from my seat and walked toward it. Michael reached out to grab my hand, temporarily stopping me. “Please. Let’s run away now, before she gets inside,” he whispered. I shook my head sadly. “No,” I told him, reluct...
. . . . . –––––––– The car pulls up to the large cream-colored building and I take in a shaky breath. I look down at my lace dress, smoothing it out and making sure that no new cat hairs have found ways to entwine themselves within the fabric. I swear it must be Clemetice’s goal in life to smot...
