Ripley's POV

It bothered her to wait this long.

Ripley crept through the house, doing her best not to use a flashlight. She willed her eyes to see better in the low light.

If she hadn't known better, she might have believed it worked.

She inclined her head towards the slashes in the sheetrock.

Animal attack, her behind.

Animal Control had been prowling the neighborhood for days now. It had been eerily reminiscent of the days following her parents' murder. ...