Chapter Twenty-Six
I felt the breath stick in my throat. I was stunned- there was no better way to put it. My heart began to race in chest…where had he gone? And why hadn’t he come after me? I carefully thought through all the events of the past few hours. In my mind, I could see his face as the back of his head smashed into the mirror. I was sure that the impact had been enough to kill him…and if not, the strain on his neck would have been enough to give him irreparable whiplash. But I was wrong. Where has he gone? I wondered helplessly to myself. Why didn’t I see him leave the house? Those questions buzzed around my head at least twenty times in the minute that I stood paralyzed in the bathroom. Even though my eyes remained on Bruno’s body, I did not see him before me. My thoughts were tied into my pan
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