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

moved quickly over the keyboard.

The patrol units were four minutes out.

Four minutes could be nothing.

Four minutes could be forever.

“Avery,” Hannah said, keeping her voice as soft as a blanket, “you’re doing very well. I need you to tell me something. Is your daddy downstairs?”

There was a long pause.

Then Avery whispered, “He’s in the hallway.”

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