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Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCqbK4MjbUC
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrsYhDvM8Se
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS2Of7RbTyo
“One for the master and one for the dame.”623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKxbrnGLkis
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡybzVo5U6a3
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwz8NLcatqR
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBt3USdm8RG
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Green eyes close, and so do his.623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ34yWzLke8C
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG6Yb2MwGMV
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The boy wakes with a start. It’s still dark out. He looks at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 3:47, it reads. He wipes the sweat off his forehead and sighs, the adrenaline leaving his body. With caution, he moves his attention to the closet. The closet suddenly looks very cosy to him. It looks safe. This room is too open for him now. He’s exposed. With a start, Zak wraps a blanket around himself, picks up a pillow and crawls to the safety of the closet door. He doesn’t sleep.623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5M2crvsNaA
“Zak?” a voice calls outside the closet, “where are you?” The corner of his blanket is sticking out from under the door, catching the voice’s attention. Sunlight floods into the small closet. The voice belongs to mother. She smiles, “What are you doing in here?” Her laugh fills the room.623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgOC6qaFhRq
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKw3pui1xgf
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAivuz1I31k
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLeWsvWZMwH
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJlJMBtxtDx
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzQqGF7EqRG
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Zak sits at the table in the chair closest to the window. Even though the sky is grey and the trees have lost their colour, he can still find beauty in the clearing. He eats his Danish as he watches crows caw and fly off their perches. He remembers the question he had earlier and beckoned his mother, her hands covered in oven mitts. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU64QBfOVE8
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNf5eNCFHcf
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPRevgOFvw8
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYzohqArK7X
His mother pauses for a short bit.623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOsEvyEvvdQ
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqlAafIUcja
“When did I fall?”623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ9OcXuk8jc
“About two weeks ago.”623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡla3yOX5sot
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX2WhdAtt33
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFPz7SOMrdf
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsAZE1vvHDF
There’s something wrong in her explanation and he knows it. A fast healer? He can’t believe that. His dreams, his mother’s outburst, the closet? Someone isn’t telling the truth -- and he’s going to figure out why.623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFEHzT9VGdt
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Throughout the week, Zak decides to collect as much information as he can about where he is and pick out the truth in the lies his mother tells him. Every day at breakfast, he asks his mother questions handpicked the night before. They vary from small talk to her and dad to questions designed to make her squirm. A quick look on his dad’s laptop revealed that they are on the edge of Connecticut, the ocean just miles away. The satellite shows that there is a house nearby, and he makes a mental note to investigate soon. 623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuzmzTpGS52
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On Sunday, Zak lounges on his chair by the window and reads a book he found in one of his drawers. He asked his mother if he’s read it before, and she says it was his favourite. So - wanting to learn more about himself - he dives into the book and soon becomes lost in it. It’s an older book about a group of rabbits leaving their warren in search of a new home. For a book about rabbits, this book is really complex, he thinks. He closes the book and sighs before coming up with a question for the woman next to him.623Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBdvMrwAiSW
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