The bedroom light was on.
My father stood beside the bed, frozen in place.
Larissa was backed against the wall, her hands covering her mouth, her eyes wide with terror.
For a split second my mind raced through terrible possibilities.
“Dad?” I shouted. “What’s going on?!”
But he didn’t answer.
He was staring at something on the bed.
Something small.
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