Paige sat at the bottom of the front porch poking at the grass with a stick. At fifteen years old, summer break should be a time of fun at the beach and the discovery of life with her friends. Not this time—Paige’s mom often traveled for her marketing job. This summer, her mom must travel for six weeks to various destinations, and Paige’s mom thought this would be an excellent opportunity for her to visit with her grandmother.
“Why can’t I stay with Sue and her family?” Paige complained.
“Paige, please don’t start with me. Your grandmother is so excited to spend time with you. You two used to be close, and she moved closer to us so she could see you grow up.” “Yes, but her house is weird—and it’s creepy.”
Jill Yoder 