
“And then there were two,” my father whispers.
*
Seven siblings. Lucky number seven. Seven deadly sins. The day God rested.
Six months apart. Six feet under. Six degrees of separation. Six six six, the end of times.
Five dead. …
“And then there were two,” my father whispers.
*
Seven siblings. Lucky number seven. Seven deadly sins. The day God rested.
Six months apart. Six feet under. Six degrees of separation. Six six six, the end of times.
Five dead. …