In the distance I can hear people talking, and I stop to see if I can make out what they're saying. It's getting closer, and I tighten my hold on my knife as I wait.

Footsteps are loud against the pebbles on the path, but I keep my breathing shallow. Through the leaves of the roses I see two people just on the other side.

"Now that I've seen these pretty pink petals, why don't you show me yours?" I hear the man say.

"I'm sure my mom is wondering where I am." The girl's voice is so soft it's ...