Rural

The old floorboards creaked under Mira’s feet as she tiptoed down the hallway, her backpack slung over one shoulder. She paused at her mother’s bedroom door, listening to the soft, rhythmic breathing within. Satisfied that Jenna was still asleep, Mira continued her silent journey to the front door. As she eased it open, wincing at every squeak of the hinges, a cool predawn breeze ruffled her dark hair. Mira slipped outside, carefully closing the door behind her. The street was deserted, the houses of Copper Creek still slumbering in the gray light. ...

The ancient floorboards creaked under Mara’s feet as she made her way through the dimly lit attic of Willowbrook Library. Dust motes danced in the thin shafts of afternoon sunlight filtering through grimy windows. She sneezed, waving away a cobweb with one hand while balancing a stack of moldering cardboard boxes in the other. “You sure you don’t want help with those, Mara?” Sheriff Liam Callahan’s deep voice echoed up the narrow staircase. ...