Chapter Fifteen
John pushed open the door to his West Vancouver oceanfront house, pulling me along by my hand. The house was a glass mansion, to which I took no notice. I knew where I was, how I had gotten here, that I’d left Toronto this morning, that I stayed in his hotel room the night before, that we had dinner out in a restaurant after my fall. I knew all of this to be true, but it seemed that I was bound and gagged in the back seat, and my evil alter ego was at the wheel, and she was on her best behaviour, just going along with everything.
“Have a seat, I’ll be right back.” He said, disappearing. I dropped on the spot, resting on my heels, looking at air. Some amount of time passed then he was standing before me. “You would just slit your own throat if I told you. Jesus, who are yo
