Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

The dull tick of the clock echoed around the kitchen bouncing off the faded white walls. Sarah stared notches in the dusty floorboards, the same floorboards that used to creak as Lily’s little feet pattered over them. She could still hear the laughter of her little girl. That high pitched squeal of excitement illuminating the hallway, as contagious as it was loud.

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