DONNY WAS SO FOCUSED on the book he’d been enjoying that he didn’t even hear it the first two times.
The third time it happened, however, his ears perked up and he set his book down, using the bookstore receipt to mark his place toward the end of the sixth chapter. He waited, listening, thinking perhaps the wind had picked up outside and that’s what had made the noise.
The fourth time Lizzie moaned was gut-wrenching to hear and it shook him to his core. Not the wind. She’s having a nightmare, he thought to himself and frowned.
Then a wail, followed by the sounds of garbled speech mixed with crying, rolled toward him from her room. He surged to his feet, down the tiny hallway and through her bedroom door. The moonlight through the window illuminated her figure just enough that he could
