Carl's POV
I woke up early. I could tell because the sun was just starting to come through the trees.
I sighed and sat up.
I then saw something that shocked me.
Lydia was lying on the ground next to my bed, her shiny blond hair covering the pillow. She was sleeping peacefully.
I stared at her for a moment then looked away, confusion overwhelming me.
But she's dead, I thought.
When I looked back at her, she was gone.
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Everyone was starting to wake up.
My dad and I walked out to the front of the RV. Rosita was leaning against the hood.
Again, I could've sworn I saw Lydia with her, cleaning her knife.
And once again, when I looked at her again, she was gone.
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I was sitting on the couch when I saw Eugene come out of the bedroom. He came and sat next to me.
He looked at me, a grave look on his face.
"Carl," he said solemnly. "I have to talk to you about something."
I stared at him, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
He opened and closed his mouth a few times, as if not knowing how to say what he was gonna say.
Don't say it, I thought. Don't say it.
Finally finding the words, Eugene said, "I don't think Enid is gonna wake up."
My eye widened in shock.
Before I could speak, Eugene said, "If she hasn't woken up by now, she probably won't ever. She's as good as dead."
My surprise turned to anger. "But she's still breathing!" I yelled. "As long as she's breathing, she's alive!"
Eugene sighed, as if trying to stay calm. "If she doesn't wake up, her body will eventually give out on its own."
I shook my head, refusing to believe him. "No," I said. "No."
I stood up and walked into the bedroom.
"Carl!" I heard Eugene calling me, but I ignored him.
Again, I undoubtedly saw Lydia when I looked out the window.
I walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind me.
I went and sat down in the chair that I did yesterday.
I grabbed Enid's hand and squeezed it.
I then looked at her face.
Though she was still breathing, her face was whiter than usual.
"Don't die, baby," I whispered. "Please don't die."
I leaned my head on her chest as I started to cry.
