The lights in the B&B flickered, the bulbs pulsing with erratic, unholy life, sending shadows like phantoms across the walls. Sam felt Lillyβs trembling, her sisterβs fear bleeding into her own. She took a breath, steadied her voice. βWeβll figure this out,β she promised, though uncertainty wavered beneath her words. Sam squeezed Lillyβs shoulder, a gesture that was meant to reassure them both. βWeβll start with the obvious explanations. Iβll talk to Hank in the morning.β

βWhy not now?β Lilly asked, her voice raw.
Sam hesitated, searching for confidence she didnβt feel. βItβs late,β she said. βHe is asleep and I donβt want to disturb him. He needs rest.β
Lilly studied Sam, the unsteadiness of her gaze reflecting a faith in her siβ¦
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