I stopped several yards from him.
Where is my mother?
He didn’t answer.
He just looked over my shoulder toward the entrance.
My heart started beating hard.
“Where is it?” I asked again.
He was still unanswered.
Then I heard a metallic sound behind me.
Click.
I turned around.
The door was locked.
I grabbed the handle and pulled it.
It didn’t open.
When I looked at my stepfather again, I was still by the pool.
Watching me.
And this time I was smiling.
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The door closed with a click behind me.
I turned and grabbed the metal handle.
It didn’t move.
For a terrible second, my mind went completely blank.
Then I looked at my stepfather again.
I was still standing by the pool.
Alone.
Where is my mother?
He seemed more tired than angry, but that didn’t make me feel better.