Page 30 of Our Lips Are Sealed
Rebecca lifted her arm, aiming the shiny object in her hand at them. Realizing what it was too late, Laura Jean tried to shout, but the loud music drowned out her warning.
There was only enough time to shove Ben out of the way.
A crack in the air struck, and then another sounded, sending her hurtling back, free falling like she had in the dream.
Landing hard, Laura Jean blinked up at the ceiling.
It wasn’t as nice as the one in their new home.
Screams.
There were screams everywhere.
Ben’s panic-stricken face filled her vision.
Was he alright?
She reached for him.
Red.
Red on her hands.
It was on Ben, too.
The red hurt.
She was scared.
A pop.
Was Devon shooting firecrackers in the house?
No.
He was outside the window with Albie.
Stay.
Albie had said tostay.
To keep them safe, you have to stay.
Evangeline.
Jamison.
Her princess was safe in Samuel’s arms.
The coach was wrong.
He was a good boy.
Evie was on the floor, crawling through the red.
Don’t cry, kitten.
It was hard to breathe.
