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CHAPTER THIRTEEN “Daddy? Daddy, it’s me. Wake up.” Mackenzie stepped into the bedroom and braced herself, turning from the sight of her dead father. “What happened, Daddy?” Her sister was in the room, too, standing on the other side of the bed, looking at their father with a disappointed look on her face. “Steph, what happened?” Mackenzie asked. “He called out for you and you didn’t come. This is your fault.” “No!” Mackenzie stepped forward again and then, knowing it was lunacy to do so, she still crawled onto the bed and snuggled up next to her father. Soon, she knew, his flesh would be cold and pale. Mackenzie woke with a start, the nightmare jarring her awake at 3:12 AM, matted in sweat. She sat there, breathing hard, and despite herself, she started to cry. She missed her dad