Prologue
Bree woke to a quiet house. This wasn't unusual; it was 2 AM after all. Yet she still felt uneasy, a quiet sense of foreboding that she knew to always trust.
She slipped out of bed, her bare feet touching the cold wood floor.
She grabbed her wand, whispering "Lumos" and her wand emitted a faint white light.
She pushed her door open and tiptoed down the hallway, slowly pushing her sister's door open. The bed was empty, no sign of her sister, Melody.
Her heart began to pound and she hesitantly creaked open the door to her father's room. His bed was also empty, the covers strewn across the floor.
Bree raced down the hall and nearly fell down the stairs. She burst into the living room and there they were: her father and sister, lying on the floor. She froze, fear rooting her to the spot before she dropped down in between them, grabbing both of their wrists. There was no pulse.
She sat there numbly, rocking back and forth with her sister on her lap.
