Soul Drifter (Part 7, page 2 of 16)


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Part 7

My mom pushes the key into the lock, and when the door swings open we all bundle over the threshold. My dad stays behind to haul the bags in.

The front door opens up into the lounge. The curtains have not been drawn, and the house is dark. Everything has a grey hue about it.

Isaac flops himself down onto the nearest chair.

"Can I shower first?" I say quickly before anyone else makes a claim for it.

"Okay. But we need to hurry. I want to get to the hospital as soon as possible."

I pick up my bag and walk to the spare room. The house feels lonely and dejected. It is as if a dark gloominess engulfs me.

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