After the Countdown
Mom slapped her hand away, causing it to turn red instantly.
My sister froze.
Mom also looked stunned.
She looked at her hand, then at the egg, and suddenly ran into the kitchen, covering her face.
Her shoulders shook violently, and she kept muttering the same phrase.
I leaned in to listen.
"It's for Brandon… It's for Brandon…"
I sighed.
Three months passed. My family had finally managed to put aside a bit of their remorse to resume living normal lives.
But things started going wrong.
First, it was Dad's job.
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