Chapter 9 - Child Logic
David reached out.
His hand hovered an inch from Caleb’s swollen cheek. He didn't touch it.
"Caleb."
His voice was a whisper. It was the tone he used when approaching a frightened animal.
"What is it, buddy?"
Caleb peeked out from behind his mother’s leg.
He looked at his father. Then, his eyes flicked past him, landing on Eleanor.
His small hands gripped the fabric of Carol's pants, bunching the navy blue wool into tight fists.
He didn't cry anymore. His face was perfectly, chillingly still.
"Grandma said secrets keep a house from falling down."
His voice was small, but it cut through the room like glass.
"She said if I tell what she does when you drive away, the house breaks."
He touched his own cheek.
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"But the secrets are too loud on my face today."
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