Holly
Years before. . .
When Holly was sure her parents were asleep, she tiptoed on sock feet down the stairs to the main floor of her home. She held her breath as she passed her parent’s bedroom door at the bottom of the stairs, positive they’d hear her. In the laundry room, Holly pulled the spare car key from the hook on the wall and pushed it into her pocket. Taking the whole set of keys would cause too much noise. She’d just leave the door unlocked.
I can’t let them hear me leave, Dad’ll literally kill me. She waited until she was in the garage to slip her shoes on. She didn’t dare to use the automatic opener on the garage door, either, so she disengaged the motor and lifted the door with as much caution as she could muster.
She pulled the spare key to her mom’s S
