~SCARLETT.
I lay on the bed in our suite, wearing one of Jake's oversized shirts. The sleeves hung past my elbows, and the hem brushed against my thighs as I shifted to get comfortable. The room was cool and quiet, save for the narrator's voice on the TV, detailing the horrifying crimes of Jeffrey Dahmer.
I didn't even know how I'd ended up watching this. The details were gruesome—drugging, luring, and doing unspeakable things. My stomach lurched at the thought of what he'd done to his victims. How could someone be so evil?
I hugged a pillow tighter against my chest, unsure why I couldn't bring myself to change the channel. Maybe it was shock, or maybe I just needed anything to keep my mind busy.
Jake had left abruptly earlier, and when I'd returned to the suite, I'd paced around, unsu
