I pulled the door open, cold air rushing in, sharp and biting. It slipped under my skin like a draft from a grave and I hesitated. Thoughts of my last conversation with Cole nipped at me as I stood in the doorway. Even if Cole did know who sent it, would he tell me? He has proven that believing in him won't stop him from holding things back.
Cole hid things behind silence while Lily hid them behind noise. Both left me standing in the dark. I closed the door behind me and walked down the sidewalk, turning right instead of left.
Opening the door to the taxidermy, I weaved my way around following glass eyes and frozen snarls. Mr. Baker was the one to sit behind the counter today and he glanced up at me from the book he was reading. He was roughly the same size as Mrs. Baker with white, wi
