Immediately, she grabbed the baseball bat she kept beside her bed and started out the door. Thank God she hadn’t woken up thirty minutes before to exercise like she’d planned or she might have been killed by the intruder. She edged down the still-dark hall because the sun wasn’t fully awake either, and then jumped into the kitchen, only to scream and then listen as the person in her fridge screamed, and then the baby on said person’s hip began to cry. Loudly. “Reagan? What in the hell—?” “Shhh!” her sister reprimanded, then pointed to the child sitting at Becca’s kitchen table, her hands over her ears like earmuffs. Her light brown hair was parted down the middle and pulled up into two high pigtails that hung in curls, and she had the same olive complexion as most of the Starks. “Oops, sorry, Anna banana.” Becca dropped the bat on her couch and walked over to peck her niece’s chipmunk cheek, then glared at her sister. “What are you doing here this early in the morning?”
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