don’t let him find me, or them.  Please, God, please, don’t let him find us,” she prayed silently.

     His footsteps got closer, and closer, to where she lay, so afraid her puddles of blood, soaked into the carpet, would give her away.  Dead people don’t bleed like that.  He stopped within inches of her.  She had her eyes closed, and was holding her breath.  She felt him standing so close to her, but with her eyes closed, she couldn’t be sure if he saw her lying there, or not.  Without  breathing, and her eyes closed, she looked dead.  She silently prayed he didn’t notice her baby moving in her, as it could push out, and move a hand, or foot close to the skin, and make it look like it was moving right un...

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