REFLECTION
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Last published Sun, Apr 5, 2020
She came home to find her family dead in the garage. Car smashed into the wall, shattered headlights. Blood everywhere.
Liam held her as she stared, bloodcurdling screams echoed down the silent street.
It's been a year since it happened.
It was an accident, they said. Time heals, they said.
But Lilian knew the reality of grief, pain and loss and how it can slowly eat away a person's soul.
As she receives letters from her dead mother, waking up in bright white rooms covered with glinting mirrors, she realises that her reality is not what it seems to be like.
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