~Fern stared out the window of her house, her glum reflection jeering back at her. Oh, Bryn, where are you now? Her usually cheery face had contorted into a mask of worry. Why does she do this? Fern swiveled around on her chair and got to her feet, observing their house. She ran a finger along the kitchen wall, running it over the bumps and curves of the flowered wallpaper. She moved on to the living room, then the dining room, observing each living space under the same scrutiny. The colors of every room were vibrant and cheering; no place whatsoever for malevolence to hide. Why, Bryn? Why?!?~
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