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“Get up, Sunshine.”

Sunny didn’t want to
“Get up, Sunshine.” Sunny didn’t want to get up. She’d only just started dreaming. She hadn’t had more than a few hours of sleep at a time for the past three weeks. Tugging at the blankets, she shifted on the thin pad of her mattress and burrowed deeper into her pillow. “Sunshine. Now!” Sunny rubbed at her eyes, listening. No babies were crying. No alarms were ringing. She heard only the soft breathing of her sleeping children and her mom’s urgent whisper. “Sunny. Get up. C’mon. It’s time for you to go.” Sunny sat then, eyes wide and blinking in the darkness. A tiny crack of light shone from under the door, then the unfamiliar glimmer of yellow from the flashlight her mom held tight against her body, fingers cupped over the lens. Her hand made a shadow like a giant spider on the ceiling. Sunny looked immediately to the crib where baby Bliss lay sleeping. Happy’s cot was empty. They’d taken him. Sunny was up and out of bed, across the room and tearing at the blankets before her mom could grab her. “Hush! He’s here, with me. He’s ready to go. You need to help me now, Sunny. You get the baby. I’ll take care of Peace. Now!” Her mom’s whisper hissed, harsh, not like her normal voice at all. Sunny’s heart pounded. Her palms were sweaty, and she scrubbed them against the soft flannel of her nightgown. The light from the flashlight swung as her mom set it on the cheap dresser missing a leg. The light wouldn’t stay steady. “Mama? Is it time for the rainbow?” The wobbling light hurt Sunny’s eyes. Disoriented, sluggish, she could think of only one reason why her mother would’ve woken them. “Is it time to leave?” #Amazon: https://rfr.bz/i4c85r9 #AppleBooks: https://rfr.bz/i4c85ra #Kobo: https://rfr.bz/i4c85rb #Nook: https://rfr.bz/i4c85rc Also available in print!


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