My husband brings his arm around from behind me and takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together before lifting them and kissing my knuckles. Standing with him, I let him lead the way out of the bedroom and into the hall. That's when the c*****e of tonight finally hits me. There's two bodies just outside my door— one with a broken neck and the other with a bullet between his eyes. Moving down the stairs, I pause at the bottom. The area in front of the open door is piled with bodies, all lying with appendages sticking out at odd angles. The once pristine white marble is covered in red— it literally looks like someone slit Elmo's throat.
Carefully, Finn guides us around the bodies and most of the blood, and the cool night air hits me in the face as soon as we step onto the porch. T
