An ear-piercing scream had me jumping to my feet, fists ready before my brain could catch up. I blinked my eyes clear as another scream shattered the silence.
Willow.
I burst into the loft, expecting to see someone standing over her, a knife brandished in the low light. But it was just her. Still on the couch, huddled under her blanket. The low light from over the stove didn't cast a lot of illumination.
"Please don't. Please don't hurt her. I'll try, Ethan. Please, she's just a little girl." The words sobbed from her chest as I crept closer to her spot on the sofa.
She was flat on her back, arms down at her sides. Her beautiful eyes were open wide, but blind and shuttered as she watched the horror only she could see.
"Willow?"
She jerked. Tried to sink further into the cushions
