“In here!”
Jordyn tugged Heather’s arm and pushed open the door, pulling the cheer captain excitedly in behind her. She flicked on the lights before the darkness could fold fully around them, revealing a room modestly-sized for its purpose; a few solid tables stood out along a bare hardwood floor, surrounded by a variety of tools, the smell of sawdust, a posted reminder that Suzie never wore her safety glasses and that now she doesn’t need them.
“A back room of the wood shop?” Heather said flatly, making no effort to disguise her puzzlement.
