Dana placed the phone in its cradle and moved to her second-floor bedroom window. She gazed out at the dock, her brother patiently waiting beside the idling boat. She flicked up the light switch and a cockroach scurried across the floor past her raised foot, the stomp coming a split second late. From down the hall, echoes of Stan lumbering up the stairs…
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