CHAPTER 48
It was hard to guess how many times Kimmie had drifted in and out consciousness, begging to wake up in the paradise she’d envisioned, only to find herself still lying in a broken heap on a bloodstained carpet. Where was Pip?
That one thought alone gave her reason to try to rouse herself. She had to find out if her brother was okay. Searing pain in her shoulder made crawling impossible, so she used her legs to scoot, inch by inch, collapsing every few feet from the effort. Through the roaring in her ears, she heard the Bible songs her mother used to sing.
I can do all things, I can do all things, I can do all things through him who gives me strength.
She didn’t know how far she’d moved. It felt like miles, except she was still in Dwayne’s bedroom. She had to make it downstair
