This could be their best chance to fix things. Rachel on the other hand was quite nervous. She’d seen what had happened to Megan.
Going to the house where it likely happened was not her idea of a good plan. But she had no say in the matter and so a few minutes later they were all piled in Sara’s car headed to Megan’s house.
As they drove through the streets Meggy seemed to be having a lovely time watching the world go by. She pointed out the window time and again, patting at the glass and crowing, “Biwdie!” and “Fwuffy!” at birds and squirrels and “Woof-woof!” at dogs being walked along the sidewalk. She was the picture of cheerful innocence, chewing at her thumb and singing along nonsense with the music on the radio.