MY DEAD LOVE

the dimly lit hallway. The whisper had been

athed, barely abl

le

or the light switch, flicking it on. The soft glow filled the space, chasing

she told herself. I

ard her bedroom, some

ad fogged over, as if someone ha

breath

ing the cold surface. Then, before her eyes, faint l

ss

sp escaped

racing. This wasn't possible. A

of her empty house, she had

f she should feel com

nfused as a kid