Greysons

Becky was finally getting better, and the Greysons were very excited about it. She could finally sit up, stand up and move around again. Seeing the light slowly return to her eyes and her body, brought immense joy to her parents. But along with her bette she health, came the questions; questions whose answers they were not sure of. After having left Clara's corpse without properly disposing of it they were not sure what had become of her.

"But where is Clara really, Mom?" Becky asked again for the umpteenth time. The way her eyes bored into them so boldly, it seemed like they were being cross examined on the witness stand at court.

"Clara is definitely in a better place, my darling." Mrs Greyson replied again, feeling irritated and deeply troubled by the question. She looked over at Mr Greyson for backup.

"Yes, Dear. Clara is good and safe in a place where no harm can ever reach her." He said, smiling and nodding At Becky.

When they were alone in their room at night, "You know Bec