Chapter 3: Skeletal FingersJosh went completely still as the sound of gravel crunching in the dark reached him. Footsteps were coming closer and closer. He was afraid the pounding of his heart would give him away; each beat banged in his ears at an almost deafening volume. An eternity went by. His lungs cried for air, but he didn’t dare give in to it. There was hardly any noise at all, but the silence amplified each little rustle.
“Why, honey?” A muffled sob sounded from the door.
Josh scanned the area around him for a weapon. He didn’t want to fight Jett, but he would if he had to.
One second after another ticked by and the spike of adrenaline that had shot through him upon hearing Jett’s approach began to dim.
Jett wasn’t searching for him.
His pulse refused to slow down, but he ris
