"Thank you." Her breathe bubbled in her chest. She was dying, her life's blood staining her lips.
"It's been a year. I was awake for some of it." The cough pained her more than relieved her.
Bobby brought blankets and water, pitiful poor comfort to offer as the young girl's life ran out. At least she was free of the demonic taint. The demon had been expelled now only the broken shell was left. At least she would die clean.
"Do you know where they took our Dad?"
"Jefferson City, along the river."
Another spasm, another tickle of blood.
"Sunrise."