Seed

by Ania Ahlborn

The closet door swung open an hour later. Both girls were fast asleep.

Jack was the same Jack he’d always been. It was Aimee who had changed.

Jack knew what that look meant. It meant that he was going crazy. There was no trucker.

She knew there was only one way to get rid of the prickle that had burrowed into her heart: get up, stand over her sister again. Stand over her and wait until she stopped breathing.

“Don’t be scared, Mommy,” she said. “At least you still have Abigail.”