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| Art by _miiart_ |
“Ben?”
The fear in
Liza’s voice made the hair at the back of my neck stand. I quickly put Gabe
down in his crib and handed him his favorite rattle. After listening to him coo
for a second or two, I walked out of the room, carefully making sure to lock
the door before heading over to where I knew Liza would be standing: the wall
facing the front door, where all our family pictures were hung.
Except they
weren’t just family pictures anymore. They’d become something more,
something…inexplicable.
For the last 3
weeks, the pictures had been changing. At first it was just the little things…a
kid’s jacket added in the background of the picture my mom took of me during my
first day in kindergarten. An old man’s fishing hat at the corner of the picture
of my dad during his Tokyo trip. A pair of fashionable women’s sunglasses on top
Liza’s head, apart from the ones she was wearing on the picture.
