Molly rushed toward the door and yanked the steak knife out of the wall beside it, grabbing the note. She dropped the knife, and it clattered onto the shoe bench by the door.
With shaky hands, Molly clutched the message and pointed out the smear of blood on it to Anjulie. Then she opened it.
The handwriting was Shari’s, but messy—hastily scrawled.
They sh…
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