Late in the night, I hear footsteps in the hallway. I roll over and look at the door. It opens slowly.
“Finny?” I say. There is silence. “Oh, Autumn,” my mother says.
Late in the night, I hear footsteps in the hallway. I roll over and look at the door. It opens slowly.
“Finny?” I say. There is silence. “Oh, Autumn,” my mother says.
