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My bedroom window faces the street. I press my nose against it and stare out at the neighbors' houses, wondering which window conceals the sicko who did this to my sister.
Is it old Mrs. Gorski or Spencer Helman or Bree Connors or maybe one of the Glovers?
I shiver, pulling my head away from the window and yanking my curtains shut. I always thought we lived in a nice neighborhood with good families.