Where the Thread Ends

FREYA’S POV

The sound scraped through the silence; a wet, broken cough that shouldn't exist. My head snapped toward it, eyes scanning the debris until I found her crumpled form against the overturned living room table. Mom's chest stuttered up and down in shallow gasps.

I launched myself across the room, knees cracking against hardwood, splinters biting through my jeans. My hands trembled as I rea