Her father sighed. Rachel knew then that he’d fold. He’d been easy on her and Jonathan since they’d come back home. After her mother disappeared, leaving Rachel and Jonathan to fend for themselves. Co...
Rachel lay in bed, staring at a ceiling she couldn’t see in the darkness. Her brother, Jonathan, was a few feet away; his breathing, regular and deep.
She crept across the room, avoiding the squeaky floorboard. She almost made it. The door was half open when her father said,
The derision was obvious in his voice, it cut through her. Tears in her eyes, she turned and ran out the door, pulling it closed behind her, shoes still in her hands.