Shawn
The front door slammed so hard the pictures on the wall rattled.
For a second, nobody moved.
Mom stood frozen beside the couch, one hand covering her mouth. Angela Boutros looked toward the front window, her shoulders sagging as if every ounce of fight had just drained out of her.
I didn’t think.
I was already moving.
“I’ll go after her.”
Neither of them tried to stop me.
I yanked open the front door and stepped into the cool evening air, looking up and down the street.
“Lila!”
Nothing.
The neighborhood was quiet except for kids laughing somewhere a few blocks away and the distant bark of a dog.
My stomach dropped.
She couldn’t have gotten far.
I jogged down the driveway and looked toward the corner.
There.
She was halfway down the sidewalk, walking fast with her head
