Not a good day. Trapper sick.
Trapper worse. Overheard Daddy say he’ll have to “deal with him.” He thinks it’s the Infection. Mom agreed.
Saw Mom stroking Trapper and crying. I snuck out of my room earlier and said goodbye to him myself. He just led there.
Trapper is gone. Daddy took him into the backyard and then came back in shaking. Mom hugged him but I ran upstairs.
Daddy is sick. Mom’s crying.
Mom says we’re leaving. I’m packing now.
Daddy is dead. Mom won’t say what happened. We’re going to Aunt Ruth’s.