Becky’s body trembled as though the walls of the house were closing in on her. She could still feel the presence in the room, even though no one was there. Her hands shook as she grabbed the letter again, tearing it into small pieces, scattering them on the floor as if that would erase what she had just read. She couldn’t breathe.
Without wasting another second, she ran outside, almost tripping on her heels. She jumped into her car, turned the ignition with shaky hands, and drove off into the night. Her eyes were blurry, whether from the alcohol or the tears threatening to come out, she didn’t know. All she knew was she needed to get away.
Minutes later, she was banging on Diego’s door. Inside, Diego jerked up from his bed, pulling his pillow aside to grab the pistol he always kept there
