Chapter Seven
"Bea?" Katty cried. She raced up the trailer house steps. Tripping on weeds growing through the stair treads, she fell hard, slammed her shoulder against the door and landed spread-eagle on the deck.
Rocking back and forth in pain, she held her shoulder. Her toe was bleeding—the foot with no sock. Her mouth spewed what her heart and body felt.
She pulled herself up with the doorknob, only to have it fall off in her hand. She fell back on the deck and stared at the doorknob, then at the door.
Then at the knob.
Chin crumpled. Tears gushed.
"F-n doorknob. F-n day. F-n life."
She heaved the doorknob.
Glass shattered.
She sat up, shoved the glass aside and kicked the door open. It slammed against the wall inside.
She crawled in. "Bea? Beatrice! Where are you?"
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