Read this excerpt from page 57.
Ben hadn’t realized how tightly he’d been gripping the seashell turtle until he felt it digging into his skin. He almost cried out, but he caught himself, not wanting to wake up Robby again.
That’s when Ben noticed something very strange. In the black silhouette of his house, eighty-three steps away, a light had come on. The curtains in his mom’s room glowed a bright yellow.