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And getting closer.
She had to find a way out of here.
And find Sydney.
Sydney had to be around here somewhere.
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She was lyingon the concrete of the breezeway, not even ten feet from where her dollhouse had once stood. Her father had bought it for her eighth birthday. Bonnie had loved it. She’d always wondered where it had ended up. She’d left it behind, for Marcia, Joy, Heather, and Hope to play with. She hadn’t been able to take it with her after their parents had died. When everything on the property had been auctioned.
She once played out here with that dollhouse while her father had worked. Pretending she was the mama, with a handsome husband, and three babies.
But no more than three, so that she would have time to give her babies each the attention they deserved. Never could a child Bonnie have imagined having ten precious girls to call her own.
She had ten girls waiting on her to get back to them now. She had always made certain they had all the attention she could give them.
Her head and arm hurt. Her ribs. Her knees where she’d hit the ground so hard. It took her a moment to remember why.
When she did…
Crispin.
Her next thoughts were for her daughter. Of course, they were.
Bonnie would kill for her daughters. Die for them, too. No hesitation.
Her baby was out there. And a monster was hunting her.
Bonnie pulled herself to her feet.
The smoke was rising, filling the top two-thirds of the breezeway, before filtering outside through the old mesh screens. Thank God she was in the breezeway.
If she had been inside, she’d be dead. But the screens had prevented her from dying from smoke inhalation.
Bonnie headed toward the door.
And tripped over the dead man’s body.
She screamed.
Stared into his face. Then looked closer in the rapidly dimming light.
The electricity would surely go out eventually, right? From the fire?
She didn’t know how that worked, or anything. But…she had enough light filtering in from the open breezeway to see him. To know…she would never forget how he looked right now.
He looked so young.
No more than Hope or Cara or Cashlyn’s ages, at the most.
Now he was dead.
She couldn’t find it in herself to regret that.
Not after what kind of monster he had been.
She hurt for his mother, his family, though.
