It turned smoothly and I heard the comforting sound of the deadbolt disengaging. I pushed the door open, rattling the mini-blinds that hung on the door. Then it occurred to me that the Candee’s could have an alarm. I paused and held my breath. No shrieking alarm broke the silence. Relieved, I stepped into the room, then closed and locked the door behind me. The warmth of the room felt like a blanket wrapping around me. I tried to see into the room, but it was too dark. I didn’t want to turn on any lights in case Mrs. Donaldson saw them, so I stumbled forward into what seemed to be a family room. Carefully stepping forward, I ran right into a table. “Ow!” I cried out before slapping my hand over my mouth. The corner of the table had jabbed right into my hip. I rubbed the spot, knowing I would end up with a bruise. Using my hands to feel my way, I moved around the table, which was too small to be anything but an end table, and touched the arm of a couch.At least there were no spider webs or mouse droppings like I’d experienced so recently.
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