Chapter 7
Long after the house’ siding felt like it was permanently stamped into my forehead, I still hadn’t moved. I couldn’t. He was gone, and so too was my strength. It’s amazing how exhausting it is dealing with a lunatic. By the time I finally went inside, locked every door and window, and barricaded myself in my bedroom, my clothes were soaked with sweat.
I called Zoë. She and Dennis had friends over, and as soon as they left she was heading over to Jasmine’s. I said I’d call in the morning, then I sat on the edge of my bed and refused to budge until I came up with a plan. I couldn’t let this continue. Nothing and no one would hurt Zoë. Not if I could help it.
One hour later, I showered and changed into my jeans.
By evening high winds drove the day’s low clouds away and a sliver
