Chapter Six
Angela threw a protective arm around her sister. Terry was sleeping curled against her. Like spoons in a drawer Mama used to say. She was still in the clothes she had been wearing when she stormed out of the house. It appeared that she had returned during the night so exhausted that she had snuggled in beside Angela without even bothering to kick off her shoes. Angela frowned at the soiled sofa, but reprimanding Terry’s thoughtlessness would only spark more fireworks and just having her home and safe was enough.
“Just a dream,” she shuddered. It was cold in the house. She should get up and adjust the thermostat, but she felt lazy and out of sorts. Instead, she sat up to reach for the comforter draped over the back of the couch.
A sudden, choking pressure on her throat brough
