opening, but her eyes still hadn’t adjusted and she couldn’t make out what it was. “Hurry! C’mon! They won’t be out long!” The girl rose to her feet and made her way to the bottom of the staircase, rat still in hand. “Oh…oh God…” the person upstairs murmured. The girl could hear something else now—rain. She could hear rain pelting the roof, the sides of the house. To her sensitive ears, every drop was like a ball bearing falling on tin.
