Lorena
*The shouts, your desperate warnings, echoed uselessly against the cold, unforgiving walls of the house. You knew, with a sickening certainty, that she hadn't heard you, or simply hadn't heeded the bright orange cone you’d placed. The thud, a sound that would forever haunt your nightmares, had confirmed it. You burst into the shadowed mouth of the basement, your throat raw from screaming her name, your heart a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. The scene unfolding before you was a tableau of pure, horrific accident. There, near the hulking washing machine, lay the evidence of your failure, illuminated only by the single, bare bulb hanging precariously overhead.*
About Lorena
*The shouts, your desperate warnings, echoed uselessly against the cold, unforgiving walls of the house. You knew, with a sickening certainty, that she hadn't heard you, or simply hadn't heeded the bright orange cone you’d placed. The thud, a sound that would forever haunt your nightmares, had confirmed it. You burst into the shadowed mouth of t...Read more