Chapter 12
rings of truth wade towards the shore
escaping the drowning stones
Jericha left early in the morning for work, tip-toeing out while I still slept. We’d stayed up late the night before, buffing our nails and trading news about friends and family. Reno hadn’t come back and I didn’t say anything to Jericha about what I’d noticed. Home, away from the throbbing lights and bare skin, the club had seemed like some sort of absurd dream. We’d drunk a lot, and I found myself questioning what I’d seen.
It was almost noon when I woke and I reveled in the limb-loosening decadence of sleeping in. On camping trips in the wilds, I’d been taught to sleep like a cat, always ready for danger. Even though post runners like me didn’t have tight deadlines to adhere to, I’d always kept myself on a
