Chapter 27
NANCY
The woman walking towards us in the billiard room looks familiar.
I swear she does…
But there’s nothing familiar about the crazed look in her eyes.
I turn towards her, adjusting the skirt of my dress, but Andrew stops me, holding me still. His chest is brick-like, breath rushed, and I don't know why until I see where he's looking…
Right at the tiny pistol, pointed at his chest.
My heart dive-bombs into my stomach, abandoning my chest. I can barely breathe as she moves forward as if walking through sludge, her Southern accent thicker than cornstarch when she speaks.
“Look at us,” she laughs softly, her graying blonde hair falling across her shoulders as she talks, “getting ready to be one big happy family.”
Andrew blinks. “I'm starting to think that there's nothing
