“Take that noisy brat away,” Caroli spat, roughly pushing the baby into Lily’s arms.
Before Lily could regain her balance, Caroli dragged them out the back door.
—Please… we will be silent—Lily pleaded.
But Caroli ignored her.
He crossed the yard and pushed the children inside the old doghouse next to the fence. The wooden door slammed shut behind them, and the latch clicked.
Inside it was dark and cold.
Oliver’s llats were breathing in the small space.
Lily wrapped him in her arms and rocked him gently.
—Shhh… it’s okay —she whispered through tears—. I’m here.
Outside, Caroli’s voice overflowed with cruel fun.
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