Sunlight blasted through the window like a policeman’s flashlight shining on the crimes of the night before. I woke up alone. My mental scramble to recall the previous night came up short.
I remembered leaving the memorial and returning to Lindsay’s house. I remembered being in Lindsay’s kitchen, but everything else clouded in my brain. Kid? Had I seen him? The fragmented image of an argument popped up in my mind. I’d been afraid. Other than that, I could recall nothing.
My arms and one knee bore bruises. A lingering drowsiness clung to my bones, and every part of my body felt heavy. The stagnant air in my room had a chill, so I wrapped the throw blanket on the foot of the twin bed around my shoulders. As I swung my legs to the floor, a flood of nausea hit me. Forcing myself to my feet,
