Chapter 37 What Her Mother Wrote

Vanessa's hand left her mouth.

Megan did not scream. She turned her head an inch and saw her sister crouched in the dark, barefoot, a stranger's coat hanging off her shoulders. Her face was wet.

"You were supposed to be at the foot of the attic stairs," Megan breathed.

"The gray coat marched me u...

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