What the hell did that mean? It can't be Mom? For what? And who'd written that? Shaking my head, I found Mom's white-handled garden shovel in my backpack and started digging.
Mom, it's me a -
A shadow fell across me. "You promised me."
I kept digging, the chilly, moist earth spraying my jeans.
"Leigh, you promised you would take your Mom's things and go." Scary Boy knelt next to me and slid his hood off his head.
I could feel his eyes penetrate me. "How do you know my name?" I asked through clenched teeth.
"A promise means something where I come from."
"You didn't answer my question." I finally stopped digging and looked up at him. His eyes had sharpened themselves into two points of disapproval. He was still dressed in brown pants and an oversized green sweatshirt. Were those the only clothes he owned?
Scary Boy paused for a moment, then said, "It was written on the back of that photograph."
I glared at him. "The one you dug up."
He stood. "Yes."