is apple. He turned around, whistling a cheer

he window. His jaw was tight. Guilt an

d. She stared straight up a

vibrated in the b

grew. It clawed its way up her throat an

er arm banged against the bedrail. Huge, hot tears spill

eyes widened. The sheer madness

uit pocket. The loud vibration cut throu

creen, let out a breath of relief, and prac

clicked shut, Charle

fade. It j

res settled into a mask of pure, terrifying, c

icked. The door op

ed into the room. She was carrying a sm

the fabric. She moved quickly. Her hands shook slightly a

g as she pressed the warm rim of the cup to Charlene's pale lips. "It's my

and. She grabbed Dotty's rough, call

oat. It coated her stomach, and within secon

ould crawl out of this hell. She would

th. She quickly hid the empty thermos back u

small surge of

eft hand and threw off the

de of the bed. Her bare feet t

in a sling across her chest. She grabb

ed her feet across the floor. Every s

led the handle down and crack

sy hospital corridor. Doct

crowd aimlessly. Th

a little boy. He looked about four or five years old. He w

el her staring. He s

e slapped her left

lammed agai

a beat. It wasn't because he was a perfect physical clone, but because looking into those deep, dark eyes felt like staring into a