Page 48 of Jacob Michaels is Trouble

“Where’s the pack?” I asked again.

“Most likely out at that damn football field.” She shrugged. “Waiting on Jason to show up, even though—I guess—he ain’t gonna.”

“Okay.” I inched further backward.

“You don’t need to worry about that, though.” She commanded. “Just get back in this house and forget about all of that, now.”

“You telling me to let Lucas go let’s me know that I shouldn’t listen to a word you say, lady.”

“Get back in this house.” She stomped her foot, the walls of the house rumbling. But I’d seen that trick before. I didn’t even jump. “We need to just stay home and figure out what to do to save ourselves. If you go and try to save Lucas, you’ll ruin everything, Robbie.”

“No.”

“Wouldn’t you rather be safe in your family home rather than out there gettin’ yourself killed?” She asked.

I smiled.

“This may be my family home,” I replied, “but there’s no family left in it.”

Then I ducked out of the backdoor and ran for it before she had a clear shot. I didn’t have all of the time in the world to argue with Oma about family homes, family, keeping myself safe, not saving Lucas…none of that was an option. Lucas was the only thing in the entire town of Point Worth that made it tolerable. Not saving him was never an option.

None of this makes sense.