Chapter Seven: Home AgainAwake…
It was daylight and he was freezing cold. Jamie rolled over, pulling the deep-piled quilt up to his neck, snuggling down into the soft and reassuring depths, a contented smile crossing his face.
His eyes snapped open.
For one wonderful moment, he had supposed he was back in his own bed, safe and sound. But now the truth dawned and the memories came flooding back. He was still there. In that house. Minutes passed. He lay as still as he could, listening out for any sound, any hint that the owners had returned. But there was nothing, only the thumping of his own heart, sounding louder to him than a bass drum.
A sudden resolve seized him. His poor mother would be worried out of her mind. Perhaps she had already notified the police. He threw back the covers a
