Everyone here has an escape plan.
* * *
“Do you want to make out?”
Heath’s sister Janet was twelve, two years younger than Heath. Heath’s attic room had a single, tiny window. One wall held a plywood base on which Heath constructed mountains, trees, houses, and roads. His model cars were lined up along one end in perfect precision.
“My friends and I practice all the time,” Janet said.
“I once did something very terrible.”
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