Chapter Sixty-Eight
For the next three weeks, Tasha mostly followed instructions and rested. Her physical exhaustion from her meeting with Darius had set her recovery back, and she hadn’t left her bed for two days.
Now the staples were long gone, and her activity was close to normal. She was running a mile each day, which she hated, but it was what she needed to regain her strength. She would push as hard as she could to get back to work.
There was a slowly growing desire within her to kill again. It was controllable but always present. Tasha wondered if left unfed if the hunger would become something she couldn’t restrain. Once again, she pushed these thoughts from her mind because they were too disturbing.
This morning the family had spent several hours in the park. The kids ran and
