Hughes © 2011 Susan R. Hughes. All rights reserved. Chapter One “Night, night, Hannah,” Faye whispered into the bedroom as she eased the door closed. “Sweet dreams.”The little girl’s head swiveled to the side, her mop of brown hair fanning across the mattress. A band of light from the hallway captured a pair of azure eyes gazing out through the bars of the crib, half concealed under heavily drooping lids.Faye pulled the door quietly closed, waiting a moment for sounds of protest. Silence. Thank goodness Hannah was so easy to put to bed. It was the child’s mother that Faye was beginning to worry about.She checked her watch, frowning. It wasn’t like Jenna to be late. She was supposed to be home from her teaching job an hour ago, as usual, in time to put Hannah to bed. On the rare occasions that she was held up at work, she’d always call and let Faye know.Wandering into the living room, Faye bent to gather an armful of stuffed animals and squeaky plastic fruits, tossing them into the toy box in the corner, before stacking the battered board books scattered across the coffee table.
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