"Dad dies tomorrow."
The words hung in the air like a dark cloud.
For several seconds, nobody moved.
The ticking wall clock suddenly sounded louder than ever.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Daniel sat frozen in his chair, tears streaming down his face. His small hands trembled so badly that his spoon slipped from his fingers and clattered onto the floor.
His mother, Sarah, forced a nervous laugh.
"Daniel, that's not funny."
But Daniel wasn't laughing.
His father, Michael, leaned back in his chair and smiled.
"Buddy, you've been watching too many movies."
"I saw it," Daniel whispered.
The smile slowly disappeared from Michael's face.
"What do you mean you saw it?"
Daniel lowered his eyes.
"I remember it."
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