EthanThe pot felt heavier in my hands than it should have, like it was made of lead instead of whatever pots were usually made of. My palms were sweaty and the handle was slippery, but I couldn't drop it. Not now.The footsteps had stopped right outside the kitchen door. I could hear Victoria's voice, muffled but getting clearer, talking to the fake Mama about something. They were coming this way."Ethan," Alexander whispered beside me, so quiet I almost couldn't hear him. His face was pale in the dim light from the stove, and he kept looking between me and the door like he was trying to decide which was more scary.Madison was pressed against the counter next to the sink, her backpack still strapped to her shoulders. Even scared and in the dark, she hadn't let go of her things. Her eyes were wide, but she wasn't crying anymore. She looked determined, like she'd made up her mind about something important."I'm going to break the window," I whispered, lifting the pot higher. "When I d
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