Leo frowned. The Singing Bridge was a footbridge over the creek behind the mill. It had been condemned for fifteen years. Kids dared each other to cross it at midnight, but no one actually went there. Not since—
“That’s not a place for a kid,” he said. “Where’s your mom?” Baskin
“Hey,” he said, pulling his collar up. “You lost?” Leo frowned
The girl tilted her head. “She’s waiting on the other side.” ” he said