Chapter 30: Chapter 31: Next Target

There was no way Alice was missing the football game the next night, the first of the season. The old Alice would have avoided the game as though her life depended on it.

But now she was driven to attend. And to bring the doll with her.

Alice slid beneath the bleachers, hiding in plain sight, a clear view of the field from between the risers and the whole space to herself. She'd argued with herself for an hour before she settled on bringing the doll.

Just in case.

Alice knew better. Her fingers itched to pull the doll out, to feel the shining pins, to jab and stab and punish the handsome jocks who were so mean to her, to find another target in the lineup of cheerleaders prancing around the field. There was no sign of Kourtney, or Claire, for that matter. Dear cousin was busy organizing for the formal, only twenty four hours away.