Chapter 7: Nothing to Fear in the DarkJett’s hands were trembling as he washed them. He wasn’t very dirty; he hadn’t dug around in the soil with his hands—thank God. It was all in my imagination. It had to be. Tomorrow, when the sun was shining bright, he would go to the bottom of the garden again. He was sure he would find a dry, old stick without any bark. Just because it had looked like some kind of bone in the dark didn’t mean that it was.
He took a deep breath, turned off the water, dried his hands, and headed over to David’s.
He was once again greeted by an already-set table. Jett slumped down on a wooden chair and took in the room. David’s dining room was tastefully decorated, not modern, but still very nice. It was all solid wood furniture and creamy colours. “This is lovely. Tha
