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You Can Run... by Carlene Thompson
You Can Run... by Carlene Thompson













You Can Run... by Carlene Thompson

When I married your father, I was able to buy us a pretty home.’ Dad died five years later and I was his only heir. Some people questioned how her father could afford such a large house on a deputy policeman’s salary, but her mother had once explained to her that they were able to live in such a nice neighborhood because she’d inherited money from her father, who had been a physician. The houses were fairly large and each set on nearly an acre of land that sloped down to a patch of woods surrounding a narrow stream called Argent Creek. Juliet took her puffer coat down from the rack in the kitchen, went out the front door, and started north on Evening Star Lane. Hurry and you’ll catch him before the snow really starts.’ Surely you can tear yourself away from your reading for twenty minutes. Sera, her long blonde-and-silver hair pulled back into a neat French braid, looked at Juliet with patient, slightly amused blue eyes. Now he attended Ohio State University and had come back for Christmas break. His family had been killed in a car wreck and he had no other living relatives. I don’t know what can be keeping him.’ Nineteen-year-old Alec Wainwright had lived with the Reids since he was sixteen. ‘I sent Alec to the grocery store for brown sugar and it’s taking him forever. Because it was Fin, her mother merely looked annoyed. If she came home over an hour late, she’d be in trouble. I’m sure he forgot to turn on his phone again after rehearsal. ‘He’s usually not this late,’ her mother, Sera, said. Dinner is almost ready.’įifteen-year-old Juliet Reid looked up from the Kindle she was reading at the kitchen table. ‘Juliet, your brother should have been home over an hour ago.















You Can Run... by Carlene Thompson