After the shower, I put him to bed and sat with him, and listened as he talked incoherently about Hilary being inside the tree. I wanted to tell him what I saw but knew he was in no condition to hear what I had to say. When he finally fell asleep, I called my aunt.
“He’s in the fog,” I could tell she was barely sober by the way she held the last syllable of each word she spoke.
“I couldn’t tell him,” I said as I looked down at Barrett who made a soft gurgling sound in his sleep.
“Good!” my aunt practically shouted. “Selfish prick! He would choose himself over his kid, what a shocker. Still,” she paused, I could hear her swallow. “I’m not sure any of us would choose right, the demon knew what it was doing.”
“So it was a demon I saw?” I moved away from the bed and after I looked at Barre
