MY DEAD LOVE

: Echoes

the dimly lit hallway. The whisper had been

athed, barely abl

le

or the light switch, flicking it on. The soft glow filled the space, chasing

she told herself. I

ard her bedroom, some

ad fogged over, as if someone ha

breath

ing the cold surface. Then, before her eyes, faint l

ss

sp escaped

racing. This wasn't possible. A

of her empty house, she had

f she should feel com