The Peterson Household
January 15th, 1983
"Mommy, why are the stars hiding?"
Hanna glanced out the window at the sky cloaked in darkness.
"A storm's coming," she answered. William nestled farther into the blankets on the couch with her. "The heavens know you love snow, so they're giving you a birthday present." William giggled.
"Will I get to stay home?" he asked.
Hanna shrugged, smiling. The fire crackled at their feet. John was sitting on the floor, reading a newspaper next to the fireplace as he tended to it.
"What do you think, John?" Hanna asked.
"Perhaps. The storm blowing in could wind up being the perfect storm."
He crumpled the newspaper up, a frown tugging at his lips. He opened the grate to the fireplace and tossed the newspaper in. They sat, silent, for a while longer.
"No. Stop," Hanna said, out of no where.
John glanced up, thinking she was talking to him, but she was looking out the door. Or rather, at the door. William poked her in the side, but she didn't move. She just stared.
"Will, come here," John said, his tone firm yet afraid.
William wriggled out of Hanna's unmoving embrace. She didn't even seem to notice William had left her. John held William tight as they watched Hanna.
"You're lying!" Hanna shouted, after five long minutes of nothing.
William buried his head in John's shoulder as they listened to Hanna have an argument with no one.
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forgetting me
Historia CortaWilliam has been hurt too many times to count. But for as many times as he's been hurt, he's hurt someone else countless times more. Now, all he wants to do is f o r g e t. - - #1 in #missingperson (feb 23rd 2019) #8 in #report (august 14th 2019)
