The Clemonte siblings were too stunned to say anything as they assembled round the old photograph of their grandfather and Arnold Bonavich, like three homeless people, gathered round a dumpster, hurdling for warmth and discreetly buying meth. The silence could’ve also been because there was nothing else to say. Once the topic of the old devil had begun, Ophelia directed Sam to get the photograph at once, so Grace could see his face. It was him. All had been laid bare to them; the ugly truth, and although it made Sam sickly excited and Grace fearful of what all this might mean, Ophelia was simply numb.
She squashed the feeling of betrayal before it grew into something else.
And man did the betrayal sting. Seth; that bastard! Had he been aware of their curse all along; secretly laughing be
