She looked over to Blue wondering what was going on, but he was still staring at the path his father’s car had taken. He seemed frozen in place, with his eyes locked on the receding taillights. He had an unreadable expression on his face and Chelsea’s mind began to whirl and wonder what new threat Terrance had given his son. It was cool outside and she wrapped her bathrobe around herself tightly. Her hair was wet and and she shuddered as the cool water dripped down her back. She could feel the cold on every inch of her exposed skin and beneath her bare feet. “Blue, is everything all right?” Chelsea called across the yard. As if woken from a dream Blue stood up a little straighter and turned around. With one look Chelsea knew something horrible had happened. Blue’s jaw was set and his shoulders were squared and he looked angry and dangerous, like a tensed wild animal that had sensed danger. “Get inside,” Blue said taking Chelsea by the arm and pulling her into the house.
