The Crossroads

Judy raced up Main Street.

She passed the town clock tower, still stuck at 9:52.

Ten minutes before ten, give or take a minute or two.

That was what Davy Wilcox had told Grandpa he’d seen. Back when he was a boy. Back when he was still alive.

Judy checked the dashboard clock.

10:10 p.m.

She couldn’t believe what a terrible stepmother she was: She had sent Zack on a sleepover date with dead people.