Trouble
Highley, Kathleen Rigdon A storm brewed beneath her skin that she couldn't identify. Not what had stirred it up. Not where it had come from. And not what distant land it might whisk her off to. She couldn't put her finger on it. But there was something out there that felt like claws at the tips of long, wrinkly hands covered in black lace, reaching for her. Like the monsters she'd once imagined crouching in the closet or under her bed, like the bad-guy-lady in the sto...