Chapter 6Jesse detoured to the bathroom long enough to scrub his face until his skin hurt from the cold water and brush his teeth until the coppery taste of blood was completely replaced with the fresher flavor of mint. He briefly glanced at himself in the mirror to make sure he was clean, but he couldn’t stand to look for long. Carly’s bags still sat by the front door, and he grabbed them as he fled the house, not entirely sure what he was going to do with them.
The sun burned the back of his neck. He hoped the sudden warmth would bring some color back to his cheeks, because that small glance he stole of himself had been like looking at a ghost. Or a corpse. His chest ached with a weight he couldn’t name, and he bypassed his car in favor of walking. It occurred to him that if Foster chos
