Chapter 19 - The Little Girl Remembers a Face from the Past
Inside the house, three-year-old Lily walked softly toward the glass screen door, holding her plush bear in her small hands.
She looked out at the bright headlights illuminating the front porch, her big blue eyes full of confusion and fear.
She saw Mark standing in the middle of the porch, surrounded by danger on every single side.
Lily slowly pushed open the screen door, her small boots tapping softly against the wooden floorboards.
“Daddy?” she called out gently, her small voice cutting through the tense, life-or-death confrontation.
Sarah lowered her weapon slightly, looking down at her biological daughter with desperate, tear-filled eyes.
“Lily, baby... come to mommy,” Sarah pleaded softly, stretching her left hand out toward the child.
Lily stopped moving, looking closely at Sarah’s face under the harsh glare of the halogen porch lights.
The little girl took a slow step backward, shrinking away from Sarah and moving closer to Mark’s leg.
She pointed a tiny finger past Sarah, looking straight into the shadow of the open hallway behind them.
“No...” Lily whispered, her eyes wide with recognition. “That’s not mommy.”
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Mark’s head snapped around toward the dark house behind Sarah, realizing with a sudden jolt of terror that someone else was inside.
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