JJ
Over the next week, Havoc kept testing me.
Kinsley came to the house three more times. Each evening followed nearly the same pattern. A knock at the door. Havoc watching my face. Me waiting for the correct answer.
Every time, he kissed the top of my head and told me to be a good girl and go to bed.
Every time, I asked whether he would come to bed later.
The first two nights, he did not.
The third night, he came in after midnight smelling like Kinsley’s vanilla perfume and climbed beneath the blankets as though he had merely been watching television. I stayed still when he pulled me against him and praised me for behaving.
The next time, he came to bed before Kinsley left.
I did not ask why.
Havoc’s tests were not meant to have answers I understood. They were meant to keep me w
