When we arrived at Uncle Carl's house, I tried the door and it was unlocked. "Oh, my god!" I pushed open the door and everything was quiet. I ran into the paneled room, pushed open the secret door, and ran down the stairs, not expecting to see what I saw. For downstairs, curled up on the American Indian rug and covered with another blanket, was Michelle and Micah... obviously naked and covered in blood, sleeping.
"What's going on here?" I asked.
Dakota came down the stairs, laughing. "Micah! What's this?"
Micah sat up, rubbing his eyes, his long dark hair falling over his shoulders. When he looked up and saw us, he quickly checked to make sure that Michelle was covered. "It's not what you think—"
"Oh, my god!" Michelle woke and sat straight up, her hair a disheveled mess, pulling the blanket tightly around her. Then she looked underneath and gasped. "Oh! What in the world?"
Micah scoffed. "Michelle, it's not what it looks like!"
