Chapter 26 - Zach
I LOOKED DOWN AT LIONEL, dead in my arms. My own father, stabbed to death. I couldn’t believe it. His skin was already cold and hard to the touch, and the blood was starting to congeal on the sheets, making them look like they were covered in gobs of jelly. I shuddered as I gently laid him down on the bed. His eyes were open, like he was staring ahead at some horrible sight. Steeling my nerve, I reached forward and brought my hand to his face, closing his lids. I let out a sigh and pulled the covers over Lionel’s head. When he was covered like that, he looked like a doll: small, inconsequential. Like he’d never even been alive in the first place.
Heading downstairs, I realized I hadn’t seen any sign of Terry in the bedroom. My throat tightened again, threating to close.
