She fumbled it open, and I was staring at pictures of a dark-haired baby, toddler, grade-schooler. He pointed the claws downward, and I felt his muscles flex against the side of my body. I squashed it. Either Damian's asleep, or he ate him.
It was as if we could have we would have climbed into each other's skins, wrapped ourselves through each other, closer than skin or flesh could survive. His eyes were wide, his mouth open in a little O of surprise. With three of us, it didn't take long to explode most of his head like a melon thrown against a wall. 1It was an October wedding.
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