“I’ll get it!” I yell out from the bathroom. I really don’t want Layla answering the door after I read some of those comments. Not to mention, Sable knows where I live. She’s slept in my bed. “I’ve got it!” Layla yells back. I’m picking up my shirt and pulling it back over my head when I hear a sound. It’s like a single-shot firecracker. Pop! My blood chills—as if my veins would shatter like glass if I moved. But I do move. I run. When I reach the bedroom door, I hear the sound again. Another pop! I swing open the door, and everything I know and everything I love and everything I live for is
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