The glass slipped from Lily’s hands before she even realized her fingers had lost their strength.
Eight-year-old Lily Beppett hugged her ten-month-old brother tightly as tears streamed down her face. Her stepmother dragged her across the backyard toward an old wooden doghouse. —Please… don’t force us to stay here —Lily pleaded, her little voice trembling. But just as the cruel woman was pushing them into the dark and narrow refuge, the…
