Don't Turn Around
Chapter One
The Beginning
The phone woke her on the first ring. She was used to
calls in the middle of the night, either from the hospital or,
more recently, from the assisted-living facility, where her
father was a resident. As she reached for the phone in the
dark, she prayed he hadn't wandered away from Oak Orchard
again. One more incident, the director had warned
her, and she would have to "seek placement for Mr. Mc-
Daniel elsewhere."
Even though she was used to the interruptions of her
sleep, her heart still thumped in her chest as her fingers
found the cordless phone on the nightstand. Calls in the
middle of the night were never good.
"Hello."
"Casey? Oh, Jesus," a female cried on the other end of the
line. "You got to help me."
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