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A sound came from above us.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Heavy.
Coming closer.
Dad lifted the shotgun.
I grabbed his arm.
“Wait.”
The cellar door creaked.
Then a voice came through the darkness.
“Sadie.”
Everything inside me stopped.
Beast.
I ran toward the steps before the door fully opened.
Moonlight poured down into the cellar.
And there he was.
Standing at the top.
Dirty.
Tired.
His shirt streaked with mud.
A scrape cut across his cheek.
But alive.
Standing.
Looking at me like I was the only thing in the world.
“Beast.”
My voice broke.
I didn’t care.
I ran up the steps.
He caught me halfway.
Lifted me into his arms.
