Dallas looked up from her bowl of Cheerios. “Tell me again what it sounded like,” she said. “I don’t know!” The truth was Jenna didn’t want to say it again. She knew what she had heard last night. Now, though, with the morning sun spilling across Dallas’s kitchen table, saying it sounded silly. So she said instead, “Tell me what you heard yesterday … when we were leaving the house.” “Nothing,” Dallas said. She stirred her Cheerios so hard that the milk sloshed out of the bowl. “I didn’t hear anything.” Yes, you did! Jenna wanted to say. But she knew Dallas just didn’t want to say it, either. So she took a deep breath and said it herself. “What I heard was like paper rattling. Like someone crying.” “What did the someone say?” Dallas asked. Jenna shrugged. “Nothing. It was just a voice … that’s all. No words. I thought it was Rocco.”
