Ten
Hide and Seek“Sure it's yours?” Noah said, taking the small bit of cloth from my hand. He inspected it, turning over the faded scrap and rubbing it between his fingers before tossing it onto the cafeteria table. Beth, Marcus, and Caleb sat across from us with their eyes fixed on the piece of material. Beside it, the log rested like a Christmas centrepiece minus the greenery, berries, and fake snow.
“No doubt about it,” Beth spoke before I had a chance. “Hated April's pyjamas when we were little, hated them more having to make masks out them to block out the stench in that house.”
The memory of the fabric tied over our noses to decrease the sickening stink of decay caused me to rub my hand across my mouth. Even the oblivious would never forget the reek of death.
“Could it have fall
