Camile
Lisa McClure and I spoke once—briefly—over the phone, but after leaving the hospital, I decide to visit her in person. As Jason’s ex-wife, it’s likely she knew him best. She’s back from her trip overseas and is willing to see me, something I wasn’t exactly expecting at this hour.
I trudge up the driveway to Lisa McClure"s suburban house. A cold wind whips through the air, carrying with it the frigid scents of winter. Orange light from the street lamps paint her two-story home in an eerie hue.
My breath is shallow as I follow her from the door to the kitchen. I think of Mark laying in that hospital bed. I picture Matthew, bewildered at my sudden disappearance. I imagine him still there, seated at the bar, wondering why I skipped out on him without an explanation.
I tried to shrug
