Beyond the Fence - CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: Whispers at the Window The wind shifted that night, bringing the scent of damp earth and something else—an acrid tinge that clung to the air like a warning. Alex stood by the kitchen sink, scrubbing at a plate but not really seeing it. Patti was upstairs, folding laundry with a... Sign in to see full entry.