Growing Dread
Every racing heartbeat sounded like Becky’s own. Her growing terror matched the violent rhythm of the storm outside slamming the roof. She kept thinking about the terrible picture on the screen—something unnaturally alive and moving. But it didn’t add up. She was unable to concentrate on it or allow dread to control her. The only thing that mattered at the moment was saving the dog.
Growing Dread
Decisive Action
Every racing heartbeat sounded like Becky’s own. Her growing terror matched the violent rhythm of the storm outside slamming the roof. She kept thinking about the terrible picture on the screen—something unnaturally alive and moving. But it didn’t add up. She was unable to concentrate on it or allow dread to control her. The only thing that mattered at the moment was saving the dog.
Decisive Action
