Chapter Five
“Doesn’t this bring back memories?” Carl sighed.
“Of what?” Debbie asked, though the answer was obvious.
The whole family was finally home, and they’d all gathered in one room—the living family, that is to say.
Debbie’s dead family never left.
But it was unusual for these four, the two teens and their parents, to gather in the same place at the same time. Particularly when that place was this room.
They were here now because the front window was the perfect place for a Christmas tree.
When Debbie’s family had been alive, they trimmed the tree in precisely the same place.
“We always had a live one,” Ricky said from the corner. “I don’t go in for these artificial trees.”
Debbie laughed, because her little brother was starting to sound like an old man. Although, if th
