Chapter 18––––––––
Mel met us at the top of the root cellar stairs with a flashlight. Everyone hustled up but Faye who moved along slowly behind me as I carried the carving set box on a piece of one of the flaps of the mason jar box.
“Is that what I think it is?” Mel asked when she saw it.
I swallowed hard. “I think so.”
Upstairs, Hannah went to tend to the still whimpering Jeff and Morgan went with her. Kris looked at the three of us, staring at the box and then glanced at her son who was looking on with interest. She did a double take.
“Cole, you’re leg’s bleeding a little. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Aw Mom; I want to see inside the box.”
“No, now,” Kris ordered him. “It was really dirty down there. We don’t want that to get infected. Into the bathroom with you.”
As I set the bo
