![]() Her Amish great-aunt probably wouldn’t have approved of most of Lainey’s reading choices, but she’d been happy to see her Englisch great-niece reading the Little House books. As her eyes grew accustomed to the dark, she made out the shapes of the chest of drawers, the rocking chair, and the bookshelf that still held the complete set of Laura Ingalls Wilder books she’d devoured as a ten-year-old. Lainey plumped the pillows, straightened the hand-stitched quilt, and settled herself to sleep. Odd, that she couldn’t remember anything about it.īut maybe just as well, since she had no desire to slip back into nightmares. The dream that woke her must have been something out of a horror movie. She rubbed the gooseflesh on her bare arms. That had been twenty years ago, but the room felt intimately familiar now that she was awake. ![]() She’d fallen asleep, exhausted after the flight and drive and the stress of the past few weeks, in the bed that had been hers the summer she was ten. She was in Great-aunt Rebecca’s house, in tiny Deer Run, Pennsylvania. ![]() A pale rectangle marked the window, and her panic waned. She stared into darkness so intense she couldn’t make out anything beyond the outlines of the strange bed. ![]() LAINEY COLTON JOLTED AWAKE, her heart pounding in her ears. ![]()
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