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CHAPTER 14

Once I hit the foyer, I went straight to the kitchen, glancing around for a weapon of any kind. My thoughts were reeling out of control and I couldn't seem to figure out what I was looking for.

It didn't help that Mrs. Cunningham was still screaming bloody murder. The entire neighborhood was probably thinking someone was actually being killed, and they'd be right.

Get it together. Come on. What was I looking for?

Just as I remembered the best knives were in the dishwasher, Derek ran past me, ripping open drawers, stopping at the cooking utensils. Spatulas and tongs clattered to the floor as he riffled through them.

"Where're the damn knives?" Thomas opened the drawer full of eating utensils and pulled out a steak knife.

"Here." I yanked open the dishwasher door and pulled out the lower rack to grab our largest knife. I'd just used it last night to cut veggies for Mom.

I held an agonizing sob back as the awful ache cut through my heart. Mom and I had been laughing i
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