Forbidden Summer Sins
Jake roared her name, gun up, racing upstairs with Emma and Mia behind him.
Doors slammed. Footsteps echoed.
But when they burst into the bedroom, empty.
Window open. Rain blowing in.
On the bed: the necklace, snapped in half.
And a new note:
You can run. But summer’s not over yet.
Sirens wailed again in the distance, backup arriving.
Jake pulled Emma close, voice shaking with rage.
“We’re leaving. Tonight.”
They packed essentials in minutes, piling into Jake’s truck under police escort.
As they sped away, headlights cutting through rain, Emma looked back at the darkened house.