Jennie leaned back in her bed and sighed. So many questions were running through her head. What does Freddie know? What does my mom know? Why is Catherine so insistent on my being dead?

She knew that if she dwelled on these questions, she'd age about fifty years. So, she just sat and waited, knowing full well she would not sleep tonight.

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Freddie walked out of Jennie's room and down the hall. It was cold, but he didn't notice. Freddie was always cold. He had stopped shivering in the night long ago.