Ashley rubbed a fist across her eyes. Pale moonlight streamed into her room through sheer curtains. She heard the bedroom door close. Then
Tall, bigger than Daddy, wearing the ball cap. He smelled of tobacco, like always. She didn’t scream. She’d learned not to years earlier. He held his finger to his lips. “Your daddy asked me to come.” The man didn’t smile, like earlier that day when she and her mom had walked down the street and sold him Girl Scout cookies, the lemon
rang the bell at Eddy and Brooke’s house, a one-story cream
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