Chapter 7Joey
I was in the house before I moved consciously.
“Nana?” I looked around, her chair was empty, as was the kitchen. “Nana?”
Owen followed me, and we split up in the hallway.
She wasn’t in her bedroom or the bathroom.
“Joey!”
Owen’s voice had me whirling around and running into the guest room. How such a small house could feel like a mansion with endless hallways, I didn’t know.
He was standing at the back door, frozen to the spot. I ducked under his arm and saw Nana sitting on the chair.
Something about how still Owen was made me realize something was truly, horribly wrong.
“Nana?” I stepped around to look at her. Her eyes were closed, and a small smile curved her lips. “Nana?”
“Joey, she’s not breathing,” Owen whispered.
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Things happened quickly after that. I
