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morning with my sister is that so
much to ask?”
    Yes. The answer for today and tomorrow was a big fat definite yes, but Jessica
wished it wasn’t. She wished she could have said no. Christmases and birthdays,
casual brunches in the city, wouldn’t that be nice? Quaint?
    Normal.
    “What’s
done is done.” Jessica picked up a handful of cereal. “Thanks for the berries
and especially the coffee. You do good work in the kitchen.”
    Amanda
grinned and her happy expression lifted Jessica’s spirits. “How long are we
going to stay?”
    “You
know we can’t. We can’t stay. We might have been still for too long already.”
Jessica looked away, unable to gaze into Amanda’s crestfallen eyes a moment
longer. “We’ll grab more ammo, weapons. Then we’re gone.”
    “But,
it’s nice here. It could be home for a while. A few days.” Amanda chewed on the
inside of her lip and stared down her sister. Her eyes widened and she sighed.
“Don’t you miss it? Having a home? Living in motels, on the road, maybe it was
fun once—”
    “ Of course, I miss it.” Jessica’s stomach
rolled. She hated saying what Amanda forced her to admit. “We haven’t had a
real home since these monsters busted through our door and killed Mom and Dad.
Everything changed after that, Amanda.”
    They
couldn’t stay. Couldn’t get comfortable. In this line of work when you got
comfortable, you got dead.
    Still
Amanda’s sad eyes were almost too much to bear. “It wasn’t always like this. We
had homes. We had—”
    “You
did,” Jessica strained her voice so not to cast blame at her sister. Sure,
Amanda was the good one. She had what Jessica didn’t; foster parents who wanted
to adopt her, while what happened to Jessica? She was locked up, and when she
wasn’t under observation for violent tendencies, her foster parents beat her.
    It
might have been horrible, but at least she and her sister were still alive. Not everyone in their line of work could
say that.
    “I
know you don’t blame me,” Amanda said softly. Her head down, a soft curl
covered her face. “But right now, it sure feels like it.”
    Jessica
puckered and stroked Amanda’s hair back, cupping her chin. “Listen, sister and
listen good, okay?” Her own voice was soft and betrayed everything Jessica
was—everything she had to be. “If I could fix things, go back to that night and
do things different —”
    With
soft eyes, Amanda put her hand on Jessica’s “Don’t even, you were ten. Ten.
It’s not on you.”
    “Then
who is it on?” The question echoed through the room and Jessica fought to keep
from quivering.
    “The
demons. The bastard demons that took them from us.” Amanda’s lips drew in a
thin line together.
    “Wow,
I’m impressed you didn’t flinch, using such harsh language.” Jessica raised an
eyebrow and Amanda burst out laughing. Good, that was what Jessica intended.
The conversation was too serious.
      “We give Aunt Gwen until sunset. Then we have
to move. Those demons are going to want revenge badly. Eventually, they’ll pin us down if we don’t go.” Jessica rose from
her seat. “I’m going to see if there’s running water here. I need a shower.”
    “There’s
a hairbrush in the bathroom if you need it.” Amanda busied herself gathering up
the empty bowls and coffee mugs.
    “What,
you don’t like my nest?” Jessica ran a hand through her long knotted hair. “I
bet I could hide a weapon in it.”
    Amanda
laughed, her nose crinkling up. “Knowing your luck, you’d blow your head right
off!”
    Wasn’t
that the truth? “I’ll freshen up and then we can head to town. We need
supplies. Money.”
    Amanda’s
face darkened and it stopped Jessica’s footsteps. “We do what we need to
survive, Mandy. And until we can get these guys to stop, pick up a job…”
    “I
know.” Amanda’s voice was hushed, almost sing-song .
“I made peace with it a long time ago. Demons play by a different set of