Keeping Secrets
It was his hideout, but now he did not feel safe at all.
The birds had suddenly gone quiet, and the boy was certain the man was in the woods below him. And then a voice fractured the unnatural hush.
''I know you''re in there.'' The voice was harsh but high-pitched, sounding strained.
It chilled the boy.
Thirty years ago, Jack Renoir''s idyllic childhood on his uncle''s California apple farm was shatte...
It was his hideout, but now he did not feel safe at all.
The birds had suddenly gone quiet, and the boy was certain the man was in the woods below him. And then a voice fractured the unnatural hush.
''I know you''re in there.'' The voice was harsh but high-pitched, sounding strained.
It chilled the boy.
Thirty years ago, Jack Renoir''s idyllic childhood on his uncle''s California apple farm was shatte...
