It had been a few days since I had hidden Adam’s body in the shed, but the weight of what I had done hadn’t lifted. The body was still out there, waiting for me to deal with it, festering in the back of my mind like a ticking time bomb. Every time I thought about going back to the shed, my heart raced, the fear of being caught wrapping itself tighter around my chest.
I couldn’t go back there. Not yet. Not with everything going on with Leah. I hadn’t left her side since the night Detective Harris told me the case was essentially closed, but it didn’t feel closed. Leah was still here, hooked up to machines, unmoving, and as long as she was like this, I couldn’t focus on anything else.
I hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t slept. I just sat in this sterile room, staring at the slow rise and fall of her
