She took one step.
She didn’t stay. Because when he was waist-deep, the grass closed over his head like water, and his voice came from twenty feet to the left. Then fifty feet behind her. In The Tall Grass
“The rock moves,” Ross whispered, stroking the granite marker. “It follows you. It knows your name before you do. It already has your baby’s name, lady.” She took one step
Then they heard the boy.