Ricky stopped in the middle of the library and glanced around. "Where do I put this?"
Rhea pointed toward the far corner. "Just by the... " Her words faltered as her gaze fixed on the spot. Her hand froze midair. There, at the base of a toppled ladder, books lay scattered across the floor. Blood shimmered darkly across the carpet. And in the middle of it, she saw herself lying motionless, her brothers huddled around her, shouting her name through tears.
Her breath caught. "...What the..." The words barely left her lips.
Ricky frowned, following her gaze. The corner was empty. "Rhea?" He stepped closer, confused. "What's wrong?"
She didn't answer. Her eyes stayed locked on the phantom scene before her, tears welling as she saw Jake trying to shake her limp body, Eddie shouting for help, and Ricky, Ricky was sobbing into her shoulder. Her chest ached at the scene before her.
