Sara: The Hand
"Very Good."
It was Dad's voice from downstairs that woke Sara up. The words sounded muffled and one-sided, like he was on the phone. In Sara's room, the window was closed, but it felt like a cool breeze had just finished coming through. The rud-rud-rud of the fan that loomed from the ceiling, its mechanical gears whirring wind and pressing them down onto Sara where she lay in the bed.
