After I'd told them everything I knew, I excused myself - turning down Michael's suggestion that he go with me. I needed time to be alone, to process everything that had happened. All the ways my life had changed.
But I couldn't go home. Couldn't go to the cemetery - Michael'd find me there, for sure. Couldn't go anywhere.
I found myself at Miri's.
I stood outside her property, hiding in the shadows of the towering gate that belied the sunny cape cod style home far down the lane. I figured the gate told the truth - that the house it guarded was anything but friendly, and felt more like a prison to the girl that called it home. I could get in - if I wanted. But I wasn't sure I did. Miri was still at St. Mary's with the Hallowed so I didn't even know why I was there.
“Sure you do, baby."
