She felt tired but no longer sleepy. As she got undressed and ready for bed she felt uneasy. She wished there was a T.V. in the bedroom but that really wouldn’t have been Grandma’s style. Something wasn’t adding up. Something— The knock was quick. It announced an arrival—a statement, not a question—as the door promptly swung open. “I brought you some warm milk,” Hart said. “Hope it helps you relax so you can get some sleep.” Without hesitating, he walked over to her nightstand and put the milk down. “Thanks, Hart.” He kissed her cheek, said ‘goodnight’ and left, closing the door behind him. Summer sat down on the bed and tried to remember what she was thinking about before Hart had come in. Then she heard a voice. It was Hart’s. She tip-toe-ran to the bedroom door and listened. “...yes, that’s right, officer, she’s completely okay. Thank God she wasn’t in the car.”
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