November 2017
Intermediate to advanced
256 pages
6h 50m
English

THE SOUND OF a door slamming awoke us. What was going on? I glanced at our bedside clock. It was 2:30 in the morning. “Mom, Dad,” my younger daughter, Hilary, called from the front door. She sounded upset.
“Hilary,” my husband, Tom, said groggily.
“Get up, quick!” Hilary shouted. “Aaron’s been shot!”
Aaron was the husband of my older daughter, Amanda. He, Amanda, and their two young children—three-year-old Jackson and seven-month-old Jovie—had been at our house that evening for dinner. At 8 p.m., Aaron had left to work the night shift as a police officer in our town.
Tom and I jumped out of bed, threw on clothes, and ran to the living ...
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