Chapter 3

Just another fucking thing to add to the list.

The car was parked in the back yard of the house, pulled around onto the dirt because the front door of the house was a pain in the ass and jammed, so everyone used the back kitchen door instead.

Justin ushered Harper and Wyatt down the back steps and pulled the door shut behind him. He locked it, and then carried Scarlett to the car and strapped her into the baby seat. She was still screaming.

Wyatt and Harper climbed in the back.

Justin got in the driver’s seat and put the key in the ignition and turned it.

Nothing.

He tried it again.

Nothing, not even a splutter.