It’s funny, she wasn’t here long, but sometimes you feel like you see her everywhere. In the bathroom, in the kitchen. A black shape that turns and moves and cascades down the hall. A shadow. This girl. And his dead wife. Where did they go?
That man came to your door today. In the pouring rain. The man Gibson wanted to eat. Why would your dog turn so violent? Maybe this man, maybe he is the abuser, maybe he is the reason she disappeared into the night, the reason she had nightmares? Maybe it isn’t the father, like she said. She did, after all, look up and to the left whenever she told you about him. From the research you’ve done, looking up and to the left is a sure sign of lying. You want so much to know what went on that night, the night she left everyone and turned into a black shadow,
