Chapter 14 d Laugh

She glared at Iggy’s back as he gained distance. “No,” she said, pretending to be brave. “We’re all staying together, and since we couldn’t stop him, we’ll go, too.”

Iggy stopped at the edge of the house where the windowed wall met the front wall, and he peeked around the corner. Soft firelight burned behind the house. The logs in the fire pit were big and thick, and the smoke was pouring off of them in the midst of a full fire. Flames lapped at the sky and sent sparks up toward the stars. The smell of ash, smoke, and burning meat was strong in the air. Along the other edge of the house was a garden with a big apple tree and herbs that Becca used on summer and autumn days. Now, someone laid thrashing, kicking, and screaming there, strapped to the tree itself in layers and layers of duct tape.

Lying helplessly beat and bound, Aster spotted Iggy from the distance. Her screams morphed into sobs. “Robert! Let me out, Robert! Bobby boy! My friend. Please, help!”