CHAPTER 25
“How are you doing?” Sandy asks. It’s sweet that she’s still here. That she’s so concerned about me. It’s getting late. She has her own family to take care of, but she hasn’t left my side.
“I could use some more Tylenol,” I say.
While she goes out to find me some pain pills, Drisklay lays photographs on the desk in front of me. “This is where we found your mom,” he says, pointing to a picture of the living room of our cabin. It’s been a couple hours already, and I have no idea how long it will be until my memory resets again.
I rehearse everything in my head, from the most basic — Mom and Chris are dead — to the crime scene details Drisklay’s described. It was my best friend Kelsie who found Mom inside the cabin. Knife wounds. Blunt force trauma. Drisklay hasn’t shown me the
