GENRE: YA - Paranormal Romance
Jackhammer rain was pounding the concrete moat surrounding our Brooklyn brownstone when Lara shook me out of a deep sleep.
”Jack, did you hear that?” I stumbled out of bed and hurried down the hall in her wake, trying to remember if I’d locked the gate we’d put at the top of the stairs when we first found Shelby sleepwalking.
We tiptoed into our daughter’s room. She was in her bed, her long lashes dusting the cheeks of her cherubic face.
“Must’ve been the storm,” I said through a yawn.
I took my wife’s hand and started back to our room when a floorboard creaked downstairs. An intruder was in the house.
We scrambled back into Shelby’s room. As I scooped my daughter up, her eyes opened wide with fear. I covered her mouth and Lara signaled silence with a finger to her lips. When Shelby nodded, I placed her on the floor behind her canopy bed.
“Stay here, I’m getting my gun,” I whispered. My Glock 17 sidearm was locked in the biometric safe in the master bedroom-like always when I was off the clock.
“Jack, don’t,” Lara said grabbing my sleeve. “What if they hear you? Let them take what they want and leave.”
“Daddy please stay here. Remember what happened when I was your mommy and you were my little boy?” my daughter asked.
“When do you mean?” When my gifted daughter remembered something from a past life I needed to hear it before she forgot.