CHAPTER 17
Swimming … pushing my way through the thick water, that’s what I remember. Only it wasn’t water. It was blood. And the moment I realized it, I was back in the house, kneeling on the bathroom floor before a bathtub slowly overflowing with bloody water.
“Don’t leave me again,” I gasped.
I looked down at my hands. They were slick with bright red blood. I could see Jen’s bare feet next to me, caked with blood long dried now, could hear her short desperate breathing and smell the horrible stench of death leaking through her pores.
She moved closer, crouched next to me. Her face, so pale and empty, so cold, belonged to the dead. Yet her eyes were still alive. Never before had they looked so sad, so distant yet knowing. She had the secrets now. They’d been given to her in the dark.
