Marcie
I wipe my mouth and sit back from the grimy toilet in Everett’s bathroom. Heather releases my hair. Everett dumps what looks like coffee out of a mug, rinses it, then offers me some water. Reluctantly, I accept.
Ben and Ryan are actually the same person. Might actually be the same person. This is the proof I was looking for, the proof that made me call Theresa and go through that box. Now that I have it….
My stomach clenches again, a tiny threat.
“How are you feeling?” Heather asks. “Did you just drink too much?”
This time, my laughter is dry and short. “‘Just’ is doing a lot of heavy lifting there.”
She makes a small comforting noise.
“I gotta ask.” Everett leans against the sink. “I saw you downstairs with him.”
“Not a question,” I say tiredly. I feel hollowed out. Ben, Ry
