From the Inside Flap
Rayna entered from the living area just as Trey reached the bottom of the stairs. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Are you okay?"
He rubbed his forehead. "I need to talk to you about that doll."
Rayna glanced toward a chair where she'd propped her old toy. "What about her?"
He motioned. "I did some research. She's pretty old. Actually, she's probably quite valuable."
"I'm not selling her if that's what you're getting at. Honestly, Trent." She turned from him and entered the room where the doll sat.
"No, let me finish." He followed. "From what I can tell she's been sold numerous times, landed in and out of pawn shops and doll stores. There's been some very questionable happenings surrounding her."
"What do you mean? How do you know?"
"Things happen. According to several collectors on the Internet...it's almost like she causes things to happen to people that don't like her. Or maybe don't like you--or whoever owns her at the time."
"That's absurd. She's a doll."
He rubbed his head again. "Maybe a cursed doll."
"She's not cursed. Nothing has ever happened to me."
He dropped his eyes to her chest.
She clasped her hand across her blouse and stared at him. "She didn't cause that. How could she?"
"How do you know she didn't? You have no idea how it happened or why."
"I just know," she yelled. "She was--" She stopped and squinted at him. "Trent, Trent, what's wrong?"