“Dad?” I shouted. “What’s going on?!”
But he didn’t answer.
He was staring at something on the bed.
Something small.
Something moving.
My sister rushed past me.
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“Dad?” I shouted. “What’s going on?!”
But he didn’t answer.
He was staring at something on the bed.
Something small.
Something moving.
My sister rushed past me.