The Girl Who Refused to Be Broken
ersonal challenge. The days blurred into a haze of fear and small acts of rebellion –
hear and make the connection. "Eli Miller! Agnes Miller! They live near Sti
e, but I saw him glance my way when he thought I wasn't watching. I looked terrible, I
old Eli?" Pa Peterson a
. "Heard her. Sounds crazy." But his ey
ying to drag me towards a dark, musty root cellar b
ed, kicking and scratching. "Gra
face inches from mine, his breath foul. He ba
me through the cellar door,
Open up! Sh
t shivers down my spine even in my terror – Grandpa E
ading light, Grandma Agnes beside him, her face a mask of fury. Sheriff Brody, looki
struggling in Cletus's grip. A
Grandpa Eli said, his
new kind of fear. He released me, a
an instant, her arms around me.
turned his icy gaze on the Petersons. Sheriff Brody
sons, faced with Eli Miller's c
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