Heidi
I spent the afternoon with Lara, but my mind kept dragging me back to the same place.
The laundry room.
Tiffany.
James.
No matter how hard I tried to push the image from my mind, it kept resurfacing.
We were sprawled across the lounge, a horror movie playing on the television. The Conjuring had seemed like a good choice when we’d started watching it.
Now, every time the music became ominous, Lara and I jumped and then laughed at each other for being scared.
Normally, I would have been completely absorbed in it.
Today, I barely noticed the movie.
My thoughts were darker than anything on the screen.
He’s a dirty, rotten rat, Star growled.
You haven’t changed your mind about that, have you?
Not even slightly.
Her anger simmered beneath the surface, hot and vicious.
And Ti
