CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
My whole body was frozen right where I stood at the entrance of my house. My head was turning wheels very fast in total panic. There was a dead body of a student on my couch and nothing credible seemed to be passing my thoughts. First, why was there a dead body of a student in my house? Was I supposed to call the cops? Or was I supposed to get back in my car, ditch town, change my name and disappear off the grip? Wait, I needed to slow down. I had read one too many crime novels and this certainly did not look good. s**t! Now I felt my stomach walls churning, the urge to throw up rising in the back of my throat.
With trembling hand, I reached for my phone, dialing the number of the one person that I knew would give me the way forward because I was spiraling.
“Beck?” Nira
