One Four-Hundred-Dollar Hotel Charge Sent Me Home Three Weeks Ahead of Schedule
The generator outside drowned out the sound of boots passing the container on the crushed gravel path.
“I’m safe,” Haley wrote.
“I’m at school.
But nights at the house are bad.”
“What do you mean by bad,” I typed.
“Did someone get hurt?”
“No. Mom thinks I’m asleep. But I hear them.”
I read the line twice.