What Used to be Texas Chapter 8
Molly swallowed the scream rising in her throat and used her hip to bump the boxes back toward the rodents before taking off.
She flew across the basement and up the stairs, grabbing her backpack on the way. Behind her, hundreds of tiny claws scratched the wooden steps.
She glanced over her shoulder. The rodents were only a few treads behind her, moving …
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