“Dad?” Sam’s voice shook, but not nearly as much as Josh’s hands did. Five beds, on each a more or less mummified body. Arms and legs cuffed to the metal railings. Josh turned dizzy, the ground seemed to tremble under his feet.
He fought not to throw up. A tomb, I let my boy walk into a tomb.
Sam was completely still under his hand. “Dad?” His voice was barely more than a whisper.
“Yes?” Josh couldn’t bring himself to look away from the body closest to him. He still had his hair, short blonde hair, stuck to the leathery skin. Please don’t let Jett have anything to do with this.
All Josh could think about was the photo. Five years. He should’ve said something back then, should’ve asked where the cabinet had come from and why there was a photo hidden behind the silverware drawer.
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