CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Riley was sitting cross-legged on a yoga mat on a hardwood floor in a very large room.
She was in a circle of maybe twenty women who were seated the same way.
Or are they real women? Riley wondered.
They all seemed to be absolutely motionless. Riley saw that none of them even seemed to be breathing. They seemed more like mannequins than real people.
Suddenly, the air was pierced by a cry of despair.
Riley turned and saw that the woman sitting next to her had come to life and had burst into tears.
“He’s a monster,” she said. “My husband’s a monster.”
She kept on sobbing, and the same thing happened to the woman sitting on Riley’s other side …
“He’s a monster,” she wailed. “My husband’s a monster.”
In a matter of seconds, grief and anguish shuddered through the
