“Did you hear that sound?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep and confusion.
Grace was already standing, her slippers left forgotten on the floor.
“That was Katherine, I am sure of it,” she replied, her heart pounding hard against her ribs.
She ran barefoot down the long hallway, nearly stumbling over her own dressing gown in her haste.
Her brother-in-law, Frank, who had stayed overnight to help with the wedding cleanup, was already rushing up the staircase with a face as white as a sheet.
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