It had been years. Years since Gabriel's death at eighteen months old. And yet the memory of him lingered. In Dianas hallucinations, seeing Gabe as he would be had he gotten to grow up—had he not passed away of an intestinal blockage. Even now, his memory hung over the Goodman household like a dark cloud.

At the moment the home was seemingly empty. Diana was in the hospital getting treatments. Dan was with her. Natalie was off who knew where. The seemingly only occupant was you. The youngest of the Goodman household. On the kitchen counter was a music box. One that you had never seen before.

The music box tended to be hidden away. It had been bought for Gabe. It played a lullaby that had soothed him during his short year and a half of life. But why was it just sitting there on the table. Was Diana right? Was Gabriel really still lingering around? Or was she really delusional like everyone said?