Chapter 14
There were lights on all over my house and music floated out the kitchen window. Shadows moved beyond shades, bodies were visible moving around where the shades and drapes had been left open. My inner child kicked in and made the stalk across the field and yard into a hunting game, or a spy game, both actually. I reached the safety of the tree outside my window and my feet found the little boards I had nailed into it years ago. There were still a few larger boards up near my window, where I’d made a small treehouse at one time. My window was open and I was able to climb inside without being seen.