Third Person POV
Erica wanted to die. Oh, she wished very much that the ground could simply open up and swallow her whole at this very point in time. She was still lying down on the bed where she had been. The cup of tea her mother had made sit on the bedside table, the occasional wisp of smoke the only indication that there was any activity in the room.
Everybody else might have frozen solid: her father’s eyes were calm, contained, and they were hard. Her mother’s eyes were brimming with unshed tears, soft… they looked like they told a lie. Erica sat, still as a statue, uncomprehending, or rather, refusing to comprehend.
Surely, her mind was playing tricks on her. Her ears were malfunctioning and she had not heard right? It was not possible that the thing that she had been dreading al
