Stevie clutched the heavy duffel to his chest like a personal flotation device. He gazed at the third-floor windows, dark despite the noon sun. “Stevie.” I touched his shoulder, and he began to fall backward. Nisa lunged for him as I grabbed his arm. “What the fuck, Holly?” he said, straightening. “You were zoning out! Are you okay?” “I’m fine!” “You didn’t look fine.” I glanced up at Hill House. “What’s not safe?” “Nothing. Everything is fine.”
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