"Miss Addie," Mary's voice was small and frightened. "Am... am I dead?" Addie's heart broke for the small child standing in front of her. Guilt washed over her in soul-crushing waves. "Yes." Addie's voice broke halfway through the word. "I'm so sorry." 'It's your fault.' A nasty voice in the back of Addie's head whispered. 'Another person is dead because of you.'