Mr. Lyle sat in a chair in front of the door, shining the flashlight directly in Jack's face. Water dripped off his hair, pooling slightly on the floor beneath him."I was just out.""Yeah, out getting into trouble. I bet we will hear about it in the morning." Lyle's voice carried the weary suspicion of a man who had seen too many kids sneak back in through that same door. "Head upstairs and dry off. Change your clothes. Then come back down here and clean up this water mess.""Fine."Jack headed upstairs, water squelching in his shoes with every step. He changed his clothes, peeling the damp fabric from his skin, and found Harley waiting for him outside the door, her arms crossed and her face tight with worry."Hey you.""Hey."She gave him a hug, holding on a little longer than usual."I'm so glad you're safe.""I'm sorry I made you worry," Jack said, trying to sound light about it, though exhaustion betrayed him in his voice. "See, like I told you. I'm back.""What happened to you?"
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