Hell yes, I’m out of here
“I think it’s best if I go back to Baltimore,” I say. “I don’t want you to think I’m judging your town or the people in it, but I don’t think I can stay here after what’s happened.”
When I watch scary movies, I’m always yelling at the screen, telling the women not to go into the dark house when the front door opens on its own.
And it feels like that now. If I stay in Castle Cove, it’s like I’m begging for more misfortune to come my way.
Nope.
Dr. Grange seems to understand, and she doesn’t try to persuade me to stay in the city.
The next night, once I’m deemed healthy and discharged from the hospital, I go home and immediately start packing.
It takes me thirty minutes to shove all my clothes and electronics into a bag. I resolve to hire a shipping company t
