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She hesitated a minute. “Help me be a better, more understanding me.”
    Genevieve nudged her. “And happy birthday to baby Jesus.”
    â€œYes, of course. Happy birthday to baby Jesus.”
    â€œAnd may we all get back together again. My mom and dad,” Genevieve said, looking upward again.
    Morwenna rose and lifted Genevieve, hugging her. “Sometimes, honey, that just can’t happen. What you need to know is how much they both love you and Connor.”
    â€œHow can they love anybody when they hate each other so much?” Genevieve asked her.
    â€œThey don’t hate each other.”
    â€œThey sure act like it sometimes,” Genevieve said.
    â€œThey—they’re just angry because they…they…”
    â€œThey didn’t know how to fix things,” Genevieve said. “That’s why I really prayed that we could learn to fix things.”
    â€œPraying for miracles,” Morwenna murmured.
    Genevieve smiled sadly at her. “Well, fixing things is like a miracle.”
    â€œYes, it is, sweetie, yes, it is,” Morwenna agreed. She tucked Genevieve into her bed, pulling the covers close. “I’ll leave the bathroom light on, okay, kid? And the door ajar.”
    â€œGood night,” Genevieve said. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
    â€œLet’s hope not. We’ll have the same bedbugs,” Morwenna said. Genevieve giggled. Morwenna kissed her once again and left her, cuddling her teddy bear.
    She hesitated and looked out the window from the upstairs hallway. She could see that Shayne had bundled up and was headed to the garage. About ten feet behind him, someone else was walking. Too broad shouldered to be Bobby; it was Gabe. Gabe Lange was going out to help him.
    Something stirred inside her.
    Distrust. Sadly, she had a lot of her father inside her. She didn’t naturally trust anyone. And they found him in the snow. He claimed to be a cop, but he hadn’t been wearing any kind of uniform, and they’d found him with no identification. Was he who he said he was?
    All she knew at that moment was that the guywas following her brother. On a dark, snow-swept night. They were heading into the garage.
    She tore down the stairs, pausing at the hooks by the door for her coat and scarf. Her brother was likely lost in his own thoughts as he always was, unable to feel the first hint of danger.
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    Luke DeFeo shivered, staring at a cottage that sat on the side of the mountain. It was dark, but everything was dark. Still, he had the feeling that there was no one there.
    He swore aloud in the night. The air was bitterly cold, and he could feel it. He wanted to be off the damn frigid mountains, but there seemed to be no traffic anywhere in the area, and he had yet to stumble onto any signs that life actually existed in the frozen wasteland. He cursed Gabe in his mind; this was one hell of a way to spend the night.
    He’d thought he’d killed him; he’d thought that he’d killed Gabe, but he hadn’t. The deadly game between them was still on. Luke could somehow sense that Gabe was still out there.
    Well, he didn’t have to sense it, not really. Stumbling around in the snow and ice-covered wilderness, he had come upon the place where they had fought—and Gabe had been gone. So he was still out there, somewhere in the night.
    Luke made his way to the little wooden cottage on the mountain. It was dark and he couldn’t hear any signs of life. He rapped at the door and received no answer. After a moment, he threw his shoulder against the door, and then kicked it in. He stepped into the house, but as he did so, he knew that it was empty. The inhabitants were apparently smart—they’d gone somewhere for the holiday.
    He looked around, and wondered if he wanted something from the cottage. But there wasn’t any thing there; it was empty and it was cold. It was a shelter against the cold and the