Hide and Seek [antikvár]

I LAY WITHOUT MOVING in the low, narrow crawl space under the front porch of our home near West Point. My face was pressed tightly against the brutally cold, frozen ground littered with dry leaves and scratchy brambles. I knew I was going to die soon, and so was my baby girl. The words from a song, Crosby, Stills, and Nash "Our house is a very, very, very fine house" played in my mind."Don't cry oh please don't cry," I whispered into my baby's ear.There was no way out no escape from here, at least not carrying the baby. I was smart, and I'd thought of every possible escape route. None of them would work.Phillip was going to kill us when he found our hiding place. I couldn't let him. I just didn't know how I could stop it. I kept my hand lightly over Jennie's mouth. "You musn't make a sound, sweetheart. I love you. You musn't make a sound."1 could hear Phillip raging above us inside the house. Our house. He was rampaging from floor to floor, ransacking rooms, overturning furniture. Angry. Relentless. Absolutely crazy.