CAROLINE
I huffed, placing the mummy in its new showcase. Behind me, Malcolm watched silently. It had never been that hard to mask the absolute terror I felt.
There had been a time when he loved me - when he cared about me. Sometimes my mother would go somewhere with Josephine and he would take me for ice cream, to the zoo, to do something. I remembered when he had once scolded some puppies who were making fun of me because of what I was. I remembered what it was like to be in his arms - it happened so rarely that I'd cherished those memories, that feeling of safety and affection. Sure, it was totally different from how he treated Josie, but ... I was content with the crumbs I received.
Then my sister had died.
And he had allied himself with a demon who had just a bit of hatred for m
