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It was her father's touch and not Kuriko's screams that woke Momoko.
She was in her sister's room. Her sister who was cowering in their mother's embrace in the far corner.
Momoko was wrapped tight in her father's arms, his voice crooning in her ear, It's okay. You're home, Momoko-chan. We love you. You're home. It's okay.
And there was a stake buried deep in the middle of Kuriko's bed.
Momoko paled and grabbed hold of her father's arms. Arms she knew, they all knew, she could throw off at any moment, but that had still reached out for her. The strongest arms in the world.
"Catch me, daddy," she whispered before she collapsed.
She was in her sister's room. Her sister who was cowering in their mother's embrace in the far corner.
Momoko was wrapped tight in her father's arms, his voice crooning in her ear, It's okay. You're home, Momoko-chan. We love you. You're home. It's okay.
And there was a stake buried deep in the middle of Kuriko's bed.
Momoko paled and grabbed hold of her father's arms. Arms she knew, they all knew, she could throw off at any moment, but that had still reached out for her. The strongest arms in the world.
"Catch me, daddy," she whispered before she collapsed.
