Chapter 15
This time the voice came out of nowhere, with no warning. No storm set it off, and I instantly longed-for Shaylee to comfort me. I found myself aware of differences this time. I could clearly decipher not only the forlorn tone from the voice, but also the anger. I pulled myself out of the fog that my brain wrapped itself in and took a hurried glance around me. The voice sounded so clear, the woman must be close by.
My eyes darted from one thing to the next, looking for somebody hiding or looking suspicious. I swear my head must have looked as if it was rotating like a woman possessed. I didn’t notice anyone who stood out.
"Hey Mac, you’re trailing behind, what's up? You okay?"
Moira glanced back at me, raising her eyebrows when she saw the look on my face. The tingly feeling
