A Little Girl Called 911 Crying, “Daddy’s Snake Got Out Again…-tete

the child clear into the hallway.

The snake thrashed in the bedroom, knocking over a small white dresser. A jewelry box spilled open, scattering plastic beads across the rug. Something glass broke.

Delaney pinned Daniel to the wall.

“You’re under arrest.”

Daniel’s smile was gone now.

In its place was something flat and cold.

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