“Of course she did. But what could she do? It was the truth, dammit, and they had to see. Karen fully expected the photographs downstairs to look perfectly normal once she’d dragged both Rory and Saul down to look at them, but as it turned out, that wasn’t necessary. In her haste to get to the men, she had sped through the upstairs hallway, not even glancing at the photos lining those walls, and Rory had stepped out of one of the bedrooms first, holding paint swatches in one hand, ...Saul right behind him, hands in pockets. “You have to see them!” Karen cried. “I’m not going crazy! They’re monsters!” “What?” Rory asked, his cheeks flooding with color. “Coffins in the basement and the pictures are monsters!” She fell into him, feeling like a fool, like a terrified buffoon of a woman in a gothic horror novel, certain she had to get it out of her before she fainted.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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