Dancing in the DarkChapter 3 Cautious First Steps
The sharp metallic sound of a pot hitting a tiled floor shocked Sasha awake. A cool autumn morning sun streamed through her gossamer curtains. Her immediate thought was worry. What had happened? Then she remembered. Today was Sunday. Dad must be up making a big breakfast. He loved his Sunday breakfast, the television turned onto a news program, the Sunday New York Times on the counter ready to read while eating. Smiling, Sasha yawned and stretched, curling her feet and toes. They still ached...