Desiring an Angel by Lynn Burke EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Lynn Burke
- Language: English
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Darkness lay outside the large windows of my new bedroom, and silence
had long since fallen throughout the rest of the house.
Ten-thirty, my alarm clock read, much too late for a twelve-year-old to be
up according to Mom.
She and Dad slept in the master suite on the floor below me while I sat
cross-legged on my bed, unable to relax after a day of lugging boxes up three
flights of stairs.
My parents had moved us three towns south the day after I’d finished the
seventh grade, and I missed the comfort of my old bedroom, the safe place I
could hide in to ensure I didn’t disappoint them.
The four walls of my supposed new escape surrounding me didn’t put me
at ease. Rather, they seemed to push inward, threatening the stoicism that had
been ingrained in my head at too young of an age.
Instead of thinking about the strange, unsettled feeling inside my
stomach, I forced my mind toward easing my tension…and a way to flee
from the disquiet of a bedroom that didn’t feel like home.
A plan formed in my head, giving me something to focus on, and I
snagged hold of it.
Stomach tight and hands clammy, I hopped up, tugged on my sneakers,
and quietly crept into the hallway. No lights shone from the stairwell, so I
slipped down a flight and held my breath.
My parents didn’t make a peep from behind their closed bedroom door.
One last scurry down another set of stairs, and I stood in the massive
Dad had already quizzed me on the alarm system, so I snuck outside into
the warm night air with no one the wiser, filling my lungs for what seemed
like the first time in months since I’d learned we were moving closer to
Dad’s new job came with a lot more money, and even though neither of
my parents showed much emotion, both seemed quite pleased to have
climbed higher in the ladder.
Me? Not so much. I didn’t care about money, cars, and being someone. I
just wanted peace and quiet—but more than the fake kind that had always lay
over our house.
Sure, with only the three of us, home had always been on the silent side.
But peace? I didn’t understand the word and hadn’t felt anything but restless
for as long as I could remember.
Unless I’d been closed up in my old bedroom.
“And now I don’t even have that anymore,” I muttered to myself, yanking
my bike off the ground from where one of the movers had left it alongside the
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