Blind Instinct
Shreveport, Louisiana, 1981.Mae Fischer flicked on her bedside lamp and shook her husband's shoulder, the pressure urgent.
Ben's eyes flipped open, instantly alert. "She's sleepwalking again."
"And talking."
"Damn." He thrust out of bed in time to see his seven-year-old daughter, Sara, dressed in pink flannel pajamas, her long, dark braid trailing down her spine, drift past his bedroom door. He walked out onto the landing as she came to a halt alongside the landing rail, staring fixedly at something only she could see.
Since the phenomenon had started several months ago, they had blocked off the stairs with the wooden gate they had used for her when she was tiny. There was no danger of her falling down the stairs, but he lived in fear that she would either climb the gate or fall over the landing rail. The drop to the hardwood floor below was a good twelve feet. At the very ... read full excerpt from Blind Instinct ebook
