She lay in bed confused, thinking her mother was still alive, waking her for breakfast, but it was dark at her bedroom window and her mother had been dead eight years. Still in those waters between dreams and wakefulness, she turned to sit on the edge of her bed, her feet on the floor, and listened, hoping to hear her mother’s voice again. The old house cracked as the wood frame contracted in the cold, and in that moment she felt sure that Brandon wasn’t in the house with her. This certainty, this knowing, held the same charge as when she knew—knew—that her mother had drowned, even before her father had found her body. Hannah listened for the thump of music, the soundtrack of the computer games that Brandon, until recently, had played deep into the night. But the house was quiet. She got up, slid on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans and walked down the hall to stand by her brother’s half-opened door. His room was dark. Night air flowed in from the open window, carrying the smell of fallen leaves.
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