I hoped that lunatic had given up. I exhaled in relief and was heading to the living room when—bang, bang, bang—the door rattled again.
The pounding was even louder than before, more than one set of fists this time.
I froze and peered through the peephole. Staring back at me was Daniel’s face, with Mom and Dad standing right behind him, their expressions dark and fixed on the door.
Daniel shouted at the top of his lungs:
“Emily Harris! Get out here right now!”
Why were they all here?
I had thought it was just Megan being crazy, but apparently, Daniel was the same.
I didn’t want to respond, but Daniel kept pounding harder and harder, making the noise unbearable.
I yanked the door open, a kitchen knife in my hand, and thrust it toward his face.
“Daniel Harris! Have you lost your damn mind too?”
His face went pale. A moment ago, he’d been full of bluster, but now he was too terrified to speak.
Megan shoved him forward, refusing to let him retreat.
“You ungrateful brat! How dare you treat your brother this way!”
Mom rushed forward without hesitation, grabbing the knife, acting as if she’d sacrifice herself just to protect her son.