Alicia paced nervously in her neat and orderly bedroom. Alicia prided herself on her housekeeping skills. It was the one area of her life she could actually control.
She sat on the edge of her bed and picked up a pillow. She cradled the pillow like a baby and spoke softly as if voicing her thoughts could somehow make the truth less horrid. "Only a week left. If I could just go back..."
As she had done so many times before, she recreated the memory in her mind.
Meanwhile, down the hall, Rick had been sleeping peacefully in his bed. He began to toss and turn, eventually kicking his blankets off as his mother's disturbing recollection invaded his sleep...
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The flickering light from the strategically placed candles cast uncanny shadows on the participants. The musty smell wo
