chapter 8

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The door to the hotel room I'm in opens. I freeze and hold my breath. Tears prickle my eyes. I try not to shake, a moving box makes noise. Doors open and close then the door to the closet opens. I freeze. I hear light footsteps slowly step in. They stop, and I think I've been spotted somehow. Next, the footsteps start up again and walk out. I'm overwhelmed in joy, but I'm still worried.

For the next few minutes, the footsteps become more quieter until I don't hear them anymore.

I open my eyes and slowly get out of the box. I turn on my torch and shine it around the closet. The doors are closed and there's a thin bright line through the cracks of the doors. Is it morning?

I walk over to the doors and open them. The room is bright. I sigh in relief. I could've been dreaming. But I'll go carefully. I remember about the button. That's a clue I need!

I quickly tiptoe out of this hotel room, down the hall and to the room where Mother was murdered.

I open the drawer beside the bed to discover the button is gone.

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