I shut the vacuum off for the second time. Each time I can hear him calling my name. It sounds just like Harry. I expect to turn around and see him standing there waiting, but the room is empty. His bedroom is empty – except for the toys spread out across the floor again.
The vacuum runs, the motor roars, his voice is mixed in it again. “Mommy! Mommy!” I hear him cry out.
I clicked the vacuum off. All is silent. I can’t do this. I can’t bear to hear him like this.
Why is he calling for me?
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