Through it she could see her house. She wasn’t sure if it made her feel better or worse to know her Uncle Ben was right there and he still couldn’t hear her screaming even at her very loudest.
She should know—she’d spent the entire day trying. Now her voice was scratchy and she could hardly swallow. It was like the time she’d had strep throat and Uncle Ryan had made her magic rainbow popsicles to take away the hurt. She wished she had one of those now.
Uncle Ryan and Aunt Shari were close by too. At least Aunt Shari’s truck hadn’t moved from where she’d parked when she’d come to Julie’s birthday party two days ago.
How had things gone from so happy to so crappy that fast?
Were they as scared as she was? Were they trying to find her?
Did they know someone had taken her or did they think she ran away like her mommy?
Her breath started to go in and out really fast, making it hard to think.
