At first he thought it was the middle of the night.
He reached a hand across the bed. Empty and cool.
He cleared his throat. The sound was oddly muffled.
“Tess?”
The silence answered.
He blinked, wondered if he had in fact gone blind.
He placed clammy hands over sleep-sticky eyes.
Opened them to a room full of shadows.
He untangled his legs from sheets that had become grasping hands. Reached for the light switch.
Nothing.
“Tess? Oliver? Eddie?”
Only the sound of his own breathing.
He went to the window.
Boarded shut from the outside.
An unheard scream.
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