He kicked his legs against the grass twice, but the hold kept him completely still.

“Breathe through your nose, Trent,” I said softly in his ear.

A gasp ran through all forty neighbors standing around the edge of the lawn.

No one said anything, and no one stepped onto the grass.

Emily stood next to Nora with both hands pressed around her tea cup, her eyes wide as she watched Trent held safely against the ground.

Trent slapped his open left hand on the dirt three times.