Laura was standing by the window. She watched Adam and the boys kick a ball around for a few minutes when it became apparent that Kitty wasn’t with them.
She banged on the window, but the family’s males were oblivious to the increasingly frantic pounding of her fist.
‘Mother, what’s wrong?’ said a disjointed voice behind her. Laura span around, but still there was no sign of her precious four year-old. Something moved in the shadows and her head blazed with a brilliant fire before a blanket of black rolled over her.
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