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“Amy?” I whirled to face my father and tried to smile.
“Yes, daddy?” I looked up at him as he looked over at me.
“What are you doing?” He chuckled at my outfit. “Are you going to break into a bank?” I looked down at my black hoodie, pants, and boots. I just shrugged.
“I’m going for a hike.”
“In all black, with a flashlight, in the late afternoon?” He laughed again and crossed his arms.
“Why not?” I tossed a small wave and ran away before he could ask any more questions. I headed down the stairs and around the back, heading through the kitchen and out the door. I heard Cass calling out for me, but I ran toward the back of the yard.
Once I had run through a couple of small patches of woods, I finally spotted the gazebo. I beelined for it. I was running through what my grandmot
