Chapter 12
Tara stepped out of the shower. Her wet clothes still lay in the bathroom floor. She heard a muffled pounding coming from the front door. She hurried out of the bathroom and glanced at her phone. Eleven o’clock. “Who in the bloody hell would be coming over this late?” she muttered. Not to mention it was pouring down something fierce outside. Who would want to be out in that? She quickly threw on her pajamas. Being home alone, Tara knew that answering the door didn’t seem like the smartest move, but the pounding wasn’t going away. In fact, it was getting louder.
Tara sent a quick text to Carol to make sure she was okay and rule out that it might be the police at the front door to tell her something awful had happened to her foster mom.
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