Cindy
I punched in the security code on the keypad, phone pressed between my ear and shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m already inside,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Your dad’s not home, right?”
Amy’s laugh crackled through the speaker. “Nope. He’s at some work dinner thing, won’t be back till late. Just make yourself comfortable. I’ll be there in like twenty minutes, traffic is crazy.”
“Cool. See you soon.”
I hung up and slipped my phone into my back pocket. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge.“Okay Cindy, it’s just twenty minutes.” I kicked off my shoes by the door and started wandering. I exhaled sharply, “would have been nice if Mr. Reynolds was home”.
Thunder rumbled low and heavy somewhere far off as I walked down the long hallway. Another low growl followed, closer th
