Chapter 7A nightmare. Saying that in the light of the day just sounded silly. Pam looked past Daryl at the layers upon layers of flyers crusting the concrete wall of the lobby like flaking skin. One of the flyers was about an author visit at the store over in the mall, Jasper Lee, the science fiction writer was going to be there this weekend to sign his latest book. Justin had been a fan. He had talked about them going, just the two of them, to the signing and maybe pizza afterward. Like a date.
And she had agreed.
She heard students near the front doors talking, speculating among themselves in that hushed excitement reserved for tragic events. How could this have happened? How could Justin have died?
Daryl took her left hand between his. Both of his hands were huge and cool to the touc
