“Daddy,” she whispered.
I crouched so I could see her face.
“What happened, sweetheart?”
Her eyes moved toward the open freezer. She looked terrified of it—not like a child frightened by one terrible accident, but like someone who recognized a place she had seen before.
Then she said the words that changed everything.
“Grandma put me in.”
I stared at her.
“What did you say?”
“She puts me in there when I’m bad.” Lily swallowed hard, still trembling inside my jacket. “She says the cold helps me think.”
Type COLD and I’ll continue.
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