“I need to take this,” Stacey mumbled, already heading toward the back door. Brenda glanced over her shoulder, confused. Stacey usually answered calls in her room. Why was she stepping out into the backyard? Something about it struck her as odd, but she shook it off and focused on preparing lunch.
As she chopped vegetables, Brenda’s mind wandered. Stacey had been acting strange lately. She spent most of her time in her room, barely emerging to talk or eat. Gone were the days when she shared every detail of her life. Was this just teenage behavior, or was something else going on?