“Think of the kids Mavis!” Mr. Brooks cried.

Suddenly the echoing of her breath in the car ceased.

“Ma…Ma…Mavis?” Mr. Brooks called catching the reflection of the lifeless body through the rear view mirror.

Pa!

The glass picture frame sounded shuttering after slipping from Mr. Brook’ hand.

“Father?” Ralph called from upstairs after the sound of broken glass. “Is everything alright?”

“It’s okay children.” Mr. Brooks lied loudly from the living room. It was the memories that he did not want Ralph to recall. “Caitlin?” he called.

“Yes dad?” she sounded in response.

“Come down please.”

In a short while she appeared in the room.

“Clean up this mess” he ordered and left.

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to be continued....