Thursday, October 6, 2016

Eleven Miles of Night: Reading #94:





Bridgette Coyne sat alone in the living room of the rented farmhouse that she shared with her husband and son. Little Jeremy was in his room at the far end of the house. She had checked on him a little while ago, and he had been sleeping peacefully, his tiny face looking angelic in slumber. 
At least she had her son, whom she loved more than anyone on earth. On the day she discovered that she was pregnant, Bridgette had been horrified: “Oh please, oh please, God. Don’t let it be so.”...

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