The house was eerily quiet when I arrived. It was a little past seven, but everyone seemed to be in their bedrooms. Normally, I could hear music blaring from Curtis’s Bose speakers, but the hall was silent. I tiptoed down the hall and peeked into Lane’s room. He was sitting at his computer playing a video game. He looked up and motioned for me to come over and sit beside him.
I asked, “What’s going on? It’s so quiet.”
He whispered, “Mommy told me to go to my room and not come out.”
“Where is