I unlocked the front door quietly, not wanting to interrupt homework time.
The house smelled like cinnamon and craft glue.
I took a few steps inside and heard Jenna’s voice from the kitchen.
But it wasn’t her cheerful voice.
It was low and sharp.
It stopped me cold.
“Girls, you’re not going to be staying here long,” she said.
I felt my stomach drop.
I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe.