Audreyâs hands were shaking, her breaths coming in shaky gasps. Blood. Eyes turned glassy. D e a t h. Memories of her fatherâs death entered her mind in flashes, making her heart pound and the hair on her arms rise. Audreyâs first reaction at what had just happened, rather than screaming or crying out, was to sink down to her knees and wrap her arms around her shaking form. âItâs not dad,â she whispered to herself, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to block the memories. âNot dad.â
âHey, hey,â Malcolm said gently, crouching down next to the girl. Everyone was freaking out, but she seemed to be taking it much harder than most. Not that Malcolm could blame her. âAre you okay?â It was a stupid question, but he didnât know what else to say. âHey, can you hear me?â











