When Janice looked up at the bleachers, she saw a person sitting alone. It was a small boy in an over-sized, olive green, winter parka. She looked back at Becky. She tried to get involved in the ring toss game, but she – somehow – kept returning to the shadowy figure up in the bleachers. She felt compelled to look up at him. Her heart tugged a little with every gaze. Eventually the figure left and a small part of Janice’s heart chipped off and fell to the ground. The sound it made was a muted plunk, but it echoed in Janice’s ears.
Chapter Forty-Four
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