Chapter Eight

Sinking Shadows

        Behind the Maywell home was a track of woods, between the pines and oaks a path formed by town founders and Lilly’s ancestors lead through normally unused property. The overgrowth of summer had turned the area into a faux jungle—the perfect hide away for all animals.

            A pair of eyes and a pair of legs took up a chunk of space among the trees, a few feet from the path with a view of the home that was currently only occupied by one person. The hands that belonged to the eyes in the woods waited, eager for the house to empty.

            The last body needed to leave firs...

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