"Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top,"
I blinked my bloodshot eyes, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
"When the wind blows, the cradle will rock."
My head throbbed and pounded with pain.
"When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall."
What sounded like the loading of a nearby pistol echoed in my ear.
"And down will come baby, cradle, and all."
BANG!
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Getting Back to Friday
Mystery / ThrillerSeventeen year old Kasper thought that she had it bad from the very beginning that her therapist read her the results. With extreme panic disorder and sleep insomnia, she struggled to live life peacefully like a normal person. All of that changed, t...
