17
“In danger of what?” My eyes burned, and I had to stop and put the journals away. I took the box upstairs, slid it under my bed, and hid it behind a plastic storage box full of wrapping paper. After taking a mostly cold shower, I thought about getting back into my family history, but I had the feeling again of someone watching me—cold fingers across the back of my neck. I turned off the light and crept into the hallway. Max met me on the landing. I gripped the railing and willed my knees to stop shaking.
“Did you feel it?” I asked. My heartbeat lodged somewhere around my voice box, and even my voice trembled. All I wanted was for him to take me in his arms and tell me he would protect me, but he remained still, and I felt the static buzzing around him.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
