Her craving blinded her to everything but her need, so much it wasn't until she was running up her front walk she heard Peter yelling her name. Alice didn't stop. Or enter the house. She had another goal in mind. The path to the kitchen door led her to the bare earth in the back yard, her heels puncturing the ground. Alice fell on her knees in the dirt, digging with her bare hands, sobbing again, this time in desperate want, the black, oozing soil staining her hands. She heard ...