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I couldn't make my feet move
forward.
And then my mother's voice called.
"Bella? Bella?" That same tone of hysterical panic. I sprinted to the door, to the sound of her
voice.
"Bella, you scared me! Don't you ever do that to me again!" Her voice continued as I ran into the
long,
high-ceilinged room.
I stared around me, trying to find where her voice was coming from. I heard her laugh, and I
whirled to
the sound.
There she was, on the TV screen, tousling my hair in relief. It was Thanksgiving, and I was
twelve. We'd
gone to see my grandmother in California, the last year before she died. We went to the beach one
day,
and I'd leaned too far over the edge of the pier. She'd seen my feet flailing, trying to reclaim my
balance.
"Bella? Bella?" she'd called to me in fear.
And then the TV screen was blue.
I turned slowly. He was standing very still by the back exit, so still I hadn't noticed him at first. In
his hand
was a remote control
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