KADE

The only thing I could do to help was find out who was behind this and take them out, and keeping the knives tucked away safely was a step in the right direction.

A few minutes later, I was behind the garage. There was a piece of land overgrown with weeds, just as I’d thought. The grass stretched toward the woods, with a picket fence marking the demarcation between the land we owned and the trees that sprawled endlessly beyond it.

“Now I need a shovel and some other tools,” I mumbled, turning around.

The tools were in the greenhouse. If my mom saw me walking around the house,...