"Where are you taking me?" I called after him, my voice cracking.
Baxter stopped every few yards, looking over his shoulder to make sure I was still coming. And I was. Something told me I had to. It was like he wanted to show me something connected to Lily.
He led me to the far side of the lot, past the weeds and rusted tools, right to the edge of the old shed. It hadn't been used for years. The door hung crooked on one hinge.
The door hung crooked
on one hinge.
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