“Allison!” A sharp voice arrested her attention and she stared dumbly at her mother-in-law. “Get back to bed right now. You can't be up yet.”
Allison's stubbornness hardened into determination. I've heard all I care to hear from this woman. “What is that noise?” she demanded.
“What noise?” Mrs. Fulton didn't look surprised in the least. She met her daughter-in-law's hard-eyed glare with one of her own.
“It sounds like… like crying,” Allison replied.
“My dear girl,” Mrs. Fulton drawled, in a tone that completely lacked even a hint of sympathy, “I told you what happened. Your poor son did not survive. If you're hearing crying, you're losing your mind.”
From outside the door, the quiet squeaking started up again, this time in earnest. Allison turned in that direction. “What is that?”
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