Leah whispered into Luke’s ear. He twisted his head around so he could see her face. Her eyes glittered with anger. Luke grabbed her wrists. But Leah managed to tighten her grip on his neck. “You think I’m evil!” she accused. “No, Leah—” Luke choked out. “You’re the evil one, Luke,” she replied in a quivering voice. “You were happy the dog bit Mike. You just won’t admit it.” “I was not happy,” he croaked. From the corner of his eye he saw Mary rise. She held her hands out toward Leah. “It’s this train,” Mary said in her soft voice. “It makes everyone unhappy. It makes everyone stop trusting.” “It’s not the train,” Leah insisted. “It’s you … and Luke. I heard you both. You think I’m evil!” With a furious cry Leah shoved Luke back. His head hit the floor with a thud. Pain shot through his skull. White light flashed across his vision. Leah scrambled on top of him and straddled his chest. “Evil!” Leah shrieked. “You think I’m evil!”
