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LEAH
The same music played in the dining room, and now I could hear the buzz of conversation over the mournful caress of the piano. Before he left, Anton had pressed a small remote into my hand and told me to buzz him if I needed anything. The temptation to push the button and tell him I needed a flashlight, a candle, a match, anything, was almost too much. The darkness wrapped around me like a blanket, reminding me of those nights at home when Mom had gone out to some bar or another and the electricity had been shut off yet again. I used to curl under the covers with Louis and Laken, quiet, so quiet in case a loan shark hammered on the door looking for his cash. Back then, I’d hated the dark, and I didn’t much like it now. I wasn’t scared. Just…uncomfortable.
But Kevin didn’t know t
