With the weapon returned, he gravitates once again toward the corpse lying on the floor. He’ll bury the cadaver, then leave. Claim his inheritance and desert the house, the town. He lifts the body, no more precious to him than the figure of the rocking horse, and heaves it to the door, pausing only at the sight of himself in the mirror, whites glinting in the dark room, charcoal pupils merging with the encroaching blackness.“Chelsea?”
My eyelids flutter open at the sound of my name. It’s Josh, leaning over my desk with a grin on his face. “How’re things going? Not seen you since before the vacation.” I notice his tan—dark skin clashing with blond hair, blended with lighter, pink patches.
“Oh yeah.” I’d been sleepwalking through work, only coming to life at home.
“Florida, right?” I retu
