Chapter 73 The Second Voice

(Marlow's POV)

I yanked the back door open with the cornbread pan raised over my head.

Nobody. Just the dark yard, the fence, and the cold air rushing in around my ankles.

"Truett?" I whispered. "Is that you?"

Nothing answered. But on the door frame, right at the height of my shoulder, was a han...

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