House of Glass
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Bestselling author Sophie Littlefield delivers a riveting, ripped-from-the-headlines story about a family put to the ultimate test when two men take them hostage inside their home
Jen Glass has worked hard to achieve the ideal life: a successful career, a beautiful home in an affluent suburb of Minneapolis, a seemingly perfect family. But inside the Glass house, everything is spinning out of Jen's control. Her marriage to her husband, Ted, is on the brink of collapse; her fifteen-year-old daughter grows more distant each day; and her five-year-old son barely speaks a word. Jen is on the verge of breaking, but nothing could have prepared her for what is to come….
On an evening that was supposed to be like any other, two men force their way into the Glasses' home, but what begins as a common robbery takes an even more terrifying turn. Held hostage in the basement for more than forty-eight hours, Jen and Ted must put aside their differences if they have any hope of survival. They will stop at nothing to keep their family safe—even if it means risking their own lives. A taut and emotional tale of a family brought together by extraordinary forces, House of Glass is a harrowing exploration of the lengths a mother will go to protect her children, and the power of tragedy to teach us what truly matters.
"Sophie Littlefield shows considerable skills for delving into the depths of her characters and complex plotting."
—South Florida Sun-Sentinel
way, we hurt you.” Next to him the other man coughed, only Jen was pretty sure the cough covered up a laugh. “What do you want?” she asked. “Because you can have it, I don’t care—” “You don’t talk,” the man snapped. “I talk. I’m Dan. This is Ryan. You only talk when we tell you. You got something to say?” Was she supposed to talk now? Jen tried to ignore the pounding of her heart, “I’m sorry. I’m just scared. Please don’t hurt my family. How can we help you get what you want
any sense.” I’m scared, she wanted to say. She wanted Ted to put his arms around her and tell her everything was fine. She wanted him to do for her what he had done for Livvy, to hide his own fear and promise her they would be safe. But she wasn’t Livvy. She and Ted were the adults, and they had to face the truth. “I don’t know, Jen,” Ted said. His voice was oddly detached, and he was looking past her shoulder at the shelves behind her. “I’m guessing they’ll have one of us go up there
he didn’t make it to his friend’s house, I want that damn kid back here where we can keep an eye on him.” A bit of pasta lodged in Jen’s throat and she started to cough. The coughing turned to gagging for breath, and Dan cursed and looked around the basement. “Where’s the water? Come on, Livvy, where’s the damn water?” But Livvy was already up, grabbing a bottle from the top of the washing machine where Ted had left them and twisting off the cap. “Mom, drink,” she said, shoving the
aunt came to visit. There had to be something among all this detritus from their past, the hundreds of possessions they simply had no room for, enough to furnish entire homes, blocks, villages. In a box Jen found the Easter decorations she had lovingly packed away last April, the hand-painted eggs from the little import store downtown. In a dusty unlabeled Rubbermaid tote were dozens of juice boxes and Clif Bars, the product of Ted’s fleeting enthusiasm for disaster preparedness. There were
some sugar for you right here. Come get on your knees, girl, I’ll show you what to do.” Livvy’s hands were behind her now, the back of her thighs pressed against the chair, her fingers skittering over pens, her chem book, the case that held the glasses she was supposed to wear for reading but never did. The case was hard plastic, and she thought about throwing it, but it was next to nothing; you couldn’t kill a bug with it. Her fingertip nudged something cold and hard. The mug her