Deborah stopped half way up the stairs. The chandelier sent shards of light splashing all over the walls and ceiling. It was a light show she’d seen all her life. In the center of the cheerful display, the glare from a window revealed a form that left her cold. Her niece, dead now for nearly ten years.
“Mom? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing Dear,” she told her son. “Nothing at all.”
If she told him, he’d have her locked up some place where everyone would try to convince her she was crazy just like before. Better just keep it to herself.
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