voice echoing in the silent house. She walked past me

tting the bags on th

eve and the cold, hard fact that they were dead. I watched them unpack the groceries:

your mother a hug?" Mom

ck of ice. There was no warmth, no life, just a deep, penetrating cold tha

key in the oven," she

trangely, his neck held at a rigid angle and he was on his tip

Why are you walking like that?" I

nacing, something I had never seen before. He took a step toward me

it, you're

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chen. She appeared in the doorway, her fa

into the kitchen. I could hear them wh

we're doing this!

out what? A cold dread began to bloom in my che