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Someone had opened the front door and his silhouette stood stark against the yellow light of the garage.

He glanced towards the old woman’s table, and saw silhouettes occupying all four chairs around it. A trick of the dark, he thought.

We wished her heart would just stop. We wished she would die, so we wouldn’t be burdened with this decision. This is terrible, I said, beginning to cry. We are terrible.