What the hell did that mean? It can't be Mom? For what? And who'd written that? Shaking my head, I found Mom's white-handled garden shovel in my backpack and started digging.

Mom, it's me a -

A shadow fell across me. "You promised me."

I kept digging, the chilly, moist earth spraying my jeans.

"Leigh, you promised you would take your Mom's things and go." Scary Boy knelt next to me and slid his hood off his head.

I could feel his eyes penetrate ...