My book beginnings:
I was the GIRL WHO survived.
The girl who held on. the girl you prayed for, or at least pretended to pray for-thankful most of all that it wasn't your own child lost down there, in the dark.
From 56%:
A few moments later, there was a shuffling of fabric from out in the hall. I opened my eyes, thought I saw a shadow under the door. I stared at it, wondering if it was someone pausing in the hall, checking their phone, when the doorknob began to faintly turn. It barely made a sound, and I held my breath, watching it move.
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