ZEE PUSHED HERSELF away from the wall and realized that she was confused about where to stay and comfort herself. Back at home, it would have been her bed but here, she was not sure.
She looked at the imposing bed. It still was the only natural place that could provide her some comfort. She hurried over to it and made herself comfortable, pulling up the sheets to cover her body.
She could hear faint movements in the hallway. She knew that they were cleaning up. Michael was on the phone. He was telling someone to cut off Nice’s finger and send it to Ezekiel in a package marked Recipe.
Zee was trembling beneath the sheets. She shut her ears with her hands to try and distance herself from the unwanted sounds filtering through the hallway but it didn’t work.
She left the bed and hurried ov
