That afternoon, Alyssa had been anticipating her uncle's footsteps. Lying in bed, her heart beat slower as she flung her pink, puffy cover over her head.
Her uncle stopped just inside her bedroom door and flicked on the light. "What are you doing in bed?" he asked.
Alyssa groaned. She kicked her feet, shuffling the sheets, burying herself deeper into the mattress.
"I hate my life."
"Sometimes... people die..."
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