“I’m at David’s house,” I said quietly. “Something happened… I need help.”
My father didn’t ask any more questions.
“Stay where you are,” he said. “Help is already on the way.”
David laughed loudly.
“Help? From who? Your imaginary friends?”
He ended the call and tossed the phone onto the counter.
“You really thought that little performance would scare me?”
Sylvia stepped into the kitchen, looking irritated.
“David, the guests are asking where the turkey is. What’s taking so—”
At that exact moment, the distant sound of sirens echoed down the street.
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