Wendy's POV

I called out loudly, “Daven, stop!”

He stopped with his hand on the doorknob, about to go. He turned with his forehead wrinkled a bit. “What is it, Wendy?”

I turned my head to the window, staring at the black car parked on the street. It was just sitting there, strange and scary, like a hunter waiting for its target. I didn't like it at all.

Daven looked where I was staring with his eyes squinting at the car. For a moment, we both just stood there with our thoughts racing. Then, the engine roared to life. Before we could do anything, the black car took off quickly,...