The Summit
Autumn Sommers tossed and turned, an icy fear creeping over her. Gooseflesh rose over her skin and moisture popped out on her forehead at the vivid, frightening images expanding into the corners of her mind.
A little girl raced across the freshly mown front lawn of her suburban home, laughing as she played kickball with her friends—a child five or six years old with delicate features, big blue eyes and softly curling long blond hair.
"Get the ball, Molly!" a little red-haired boy shouted. All of the children were around the same age.
But Molly's curious blue eyes were fixed on the man standing on the sidewalk holding a fuzzy black-andwhite puppy. Ignoring the ball, which rolled past her short legs into the shrubs at the edge of the yard, she hurried toward the man.
"Molly!" Angry, the little boy raced after the ball, picked it up and gave it a sturdy kick back toward the other children, who squealed with delight and chased after it.
Molly saw only the adorable little puppy. "You like Cuffy?" the man asked as she reached up to pet the dog with gentle, adoring strokes. "I have another puppy just like him. His name is Nicky, but somehow he got lost. I w ... read full excerpt from The Summit ebook
