It's always one step forward and two steps back. Just after we moved to Windenburg, before we even slept there for the first night, Grim Reaper came for Arabella. I thought maybe she had choked on her dinner, but the doctors said she died from laughter. We still have no idea what she was laughing about. She was alone in the room. Perhaps one of the voices in her head? We'll never know.
It's just Brenden and me now.
R.I.P. Crazy little sister. I will mourn you forever.
...or at least for 23 hours.
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