Chapter 122

It’s mid-afternoon by the time I wake, the light cutting through the curtains in long, lazy strips. For a few seconds, I can’t figure out what pulled me from sleep, then I hear it. Squeals, laughter, and the unmistakable sound of small feet pounding against wood. Sloane’s side of the bed is already empty. The moment another burst of giggles echoes up from downstairs, she’s throwing the door open,