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THE DEVIL'S PREY

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

The morning light streamed through the windows of Aunt Theresa's home, glowing on Sarah, Aunt Theresa, and little Emily sat. The warmth of freshly baked bread, butter, and steaming coffee filled the air, but more than that, laughter danced through the room.

Emily giggled as she recounted a funny memory from the previous night, her small hands waving animatedly. "And then, Sarah almost fell because she thought a cat was a rat! You should have seen her face, Aunt Theresa!"

Sarah gasped, placing a hand over her chest in mock offense. "I did not think it was a rat! I was just... surprised!"

Aunt Theresa chuckled, shaking her head as she sipped her tea. "Oh, child, you should've seen your own reaction. I swear, you nearly jumped out of your skin."

Emily clapped her hands, still giggling. "It was so funny!"