PART 2
I didn’t have time to think.
I did the only thing I knew would work.
When Daisy was little, we used to play Red Light, Green Light in the backyard every night. She never broke the rule. Not once. It was her favorite game in the world.
I cupped my hands and screamed across the field as loud as I’ve ever screamed anything.
“DAISY! RED LIGHT!”
She stopped.
Dead still. One foot in the air.
Ten feet from the fence.
Coach Benning, the PE teacher, sprinted the last thirty yards and scooped her up.
On the other side of the fence, Tom’s smile disappeared.
“Come on, sweetheart!” he shouted. “Your daddy’s waiting for you!”
Daisy buried her face in the coach’s shoulder.
Then Tom saw me running across the grass.
“You stole her!” he yelled. “She belongs with her blood! You can’t keep a Kell from her family!”
