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THE FRONT DOOR slammed shut and we both jumped.
“Sara,” I pointed out the window as our pregnant houseguest bolted away from the safety of the house, her white maternity shirt a beacon in the darkness.
“What is she thinking? It’s not safe!” protested my mother.
I felt a sudden surge of fear and adrenaline. I stood up and raced after Sara, determined to keep Megan’s mom and her unborn child safe.
“Cassie!” my mother shrieked. She bolted down the stairs after me and grabbed my arm before I could make it out the door. “Where in the hell do you think you’re going?!”
I tried pulling away. “Mom, Sara may need help! You have to let me go.”
She shook her head vehemently. “I don’t think so! Give the gun to me, I’ll go after her.”
“You don’t know how to use this thing. You won’t be able t
