Chapter 8: Visions
When I left my Aunt Cyn’s I realized I had no idea what to do next. I drove slowly, but wanted nothing more than to hurry home and lock my doors.
I went to bed that night with my aunt’s words ricocheting from one side of my brain to the other.
You, or her?
A question. A choice. Had Barrett made the decision to give up his daughter? I yawned and tried to think of something calming.
You…
I thought I could hear the sound of faint wings against the windows. Moths, or something else, something pressing against the screen with whispery fingers, behind my eyes I saw the tree crawling with beetles.
I yearned for the solace of a quiet night’s sleep. My fingers found the quartz under my pillow. It’s cool surface was becoming familiar to my tired fingers. I traced the edges
