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her head. She couldn’t dwell on him right now. Her life was about to change.
Her head felt soft and hollow, as if she were drunk. Her limbs shook with glee. And it almost seemed like
she was hallucinating—when she looked out the back window, she thought she saw sparkling beams of
light
bouncing off the trees, like a fireworks display just for her.
Wait a minute.
Spencer stood. The beams were from a flashlight, criss-crossing over the tree trunks. A figure crouched
and
started rummaging in the dirt. Whoever it was tried one spot, stopped, and then crab-walked a few
paces to
the left and tried another.
Her stomach dropped. It couldn’t be a cop—they’d abandoned these woods days ago. She hefted up the
window,
curious as to whether the person was making any noise. To her horror, the window made a loud
scraping
sound against the jamb. Spencer winced, curling away.
The figure stopped, turning toward the barn. The flashlight beamed erratically, first right, then left, and
then, for a moment, on the figure’s face. Spencer saw the whites of two blue eyes. The edges of a black
hooded
sweatshirt. A few pale strands of familiar blond hair.
Spencer wrinkled her nose in disbelief. Was that…Melissa?
The figure flinched in the darkness, as if Spencer had spoken out loud. Before Spencer could determine
if it
really was her sister, the flashlight in the woods snapped off. A few twigs cracked. It appeared that
whoever
was out there was walking away. The footsteps grew fainter and fainter until Spencer couldn’t
distinguish
them from the swishing trees.