Chapter 11
I fled Saint Michael’s church, leaping down the stone stairs to the sidewalk. The green grass that had so worried me on the walk with Alice? I dashed right over it, to the concrete strip of Frayville’s Main Street without looking for traffic, and didn’t slow down through a quarter of a mile of silent storefronts and abandoned cars. Drifting through the house for ten days had killed my cardio, though, and when I couldn’t ignore the hard hammering of my heart in my ears or the tightness at the back of my throat, when the bright copper taste of oxygen debt threatened to gag me, I coasted to a halt and rested my hands on my knees as I gulped air.
Acceptance hadn’t given me any reason to doubt her. Him? Them? Whichever. I’d seen flesh rearrange itself and plants lashing around like
