Naomi read the first few words of the novel she’d selected from the library and rolled her eyes. She heard the rumble of thunder outside her window and growled, “It is going to be a dark and stormy night.”
Her eyes returning to the page, she searched for the last sentence she’d read.
Lucy heard the soft footsteps on the stairs, the creak from the one step, and she pulled the covers up to her neck. It was the third step from the top that always creaked. She bit her bottom lip and thought of the gun in the drawer in the cabinet across the room.
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