The Lynch family had just finished their reassurances when they heard a chilling, grinding noise.
"What's that sound?"
They instinctively glanced around, only to discover the sound was coming from Melody Lynch's hands.
Following the sound, they looked down to see that the small, retro, flower-shaped lamp on the table... its wrought-iron stem, from which a small flower bulb hung, had been brutally twisted into a pretzel by Melody Lynch.
*Whoa!*
The Lynches stumbled back several steps in fright. How could they have forgotten? This little ancestor of theirs had been a veritable hellion since childhood. Even Zane Lynch, during his most rebellious years, would get pinned to the floor and thrashed if he dared to upset her.
It was the kidnapping incident a few years ago that had finally sobered her up.
After recovering, she grew disheartened by her failure to find the benefactor who had saved her. For once, she had reined in her temper and focused on self-cultivation.
