Camile
Another day, another dead person. Oliver bursts into the room and I stare, stunned. He tells me what happened at the cabin. I almost don’t believe him. As I stand there with my mouth open, I try to process what he is telling me.
“I didn’t even know Aunt Ellen was in town,” I say.
“You don’t have to worry,” Oliver whispers, his voice strangely hollow. “She will no longer be a problem.”
“Is the place a big mess?”
“Not too bad,” he says. “It was asphyxiation.”
Relief washes over me and I exhale. “Thank God.”
Oliver gazes out the window, and I realize he’s in shock.
“I mean, thank God she didn’t suffer.”
“Taylor’s back,” he says, his voice devoid of emotion.
"Well, that"s something at least."
“It’ll be a fresh start,” he says.
I nod my head in agreement. “Yes, it will be.”
