Benji says softly. “Even when you know it’s not really her, it’s still hard.” “What do you mean?” I demand. “I thought you understood,” he says. “When people are brought back from the dead, they’re different. Inside. It’s almost like . . .” He trails off, looking squeamish, like he doesn’t want t...
He scanned the room, searching for us. You were lying on one of the cots set up for anyone who had frostbite or heat stroke. Both of your feet were wrapped in bandages. I had been sitting on a cold metal chair, swinging my legs because they didn’t reach the floor. I froze when he walked in. I’d s...
“You okay in there, Annaliese?” And just like that. BOOM. “Leave me alone!” The words tore through my throat, leaving it raw in their wake. I could almost see them as they pierced the door and hit their target on the other side. And the mom so defenseless, her arms constantly held open. As I towe...