ChaPter 2 - Carnival of Souls by Melissa Marr

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her run was hazy. All she knew for sure was that if she’d gone
running alone like she did most days, she’d be hobbling home
because of that yappy little dog that had darted into her path.
When her father returned, he had a trash bag in his hand.
“Thanks for coming with me today,” she said.
“Of course.” He walked her to the bathroom. At the door,
he stopped. “I need the clothes you have on. Put them in the
bag. Then take a good soak, and stay home today. Make sure
to use the bath oils I made for you, Mals. That will make your
head feel better too.”
Mallory did as she was told.
Good daughters always obey.