Chapter 43The woman didn't scream. When she saw the Miraclemaker, her eyes snapped wide, but she didn't scream. Instead, she did something which her attacker didn't expect: she evaded his grasp.
Anticipating an easy kill, the Miraclemaker stepped toward her and reached...but she eluded him, ducked down and darted away with rabbit swiftness. Her reflex was extraordinary; she'd been standing mere inches away, right between his outstretched arms, and she'd still managed to slip from his clutches.
With the squalling infant tucked like a football in the crook of her arm, she sprinted for the front door, which still stood wide open. Nimbly, she dodged the debris of the smashed table and lamp; she flew right past her dead husband, didn't even look at him, kept her eyes trained straight ahe
