I didn’t sleep the rest of that night. I sat on my bed, staring at the words on my window until the frost melted away with the morning sun.
By the time Andrea knocked on my door, asking if I wanted breakfast, the glass was clear again. No evidence. No proof.
Just the memory of that voice in my head.
“You look terrible,” Andrea said when I finally emerged. “Did you sleep at all?”
Not really.
She frowned but didn’t push it. “I called in sick to work. I can’t deal with that place right now. Not after Martin.”
“That’s probably smart.”
“What about you? Are you going in?”
I shook my head. “I need a day off. Need to figure some things out.”
Andrea looked like she wanted to ask what things, but she just nodded and retreated to the living room.
I waited until she was distracted with her l
