Red was handling something off-mic, as if he had lifted something into his lap.
“I don’t think I ever felt more alive, Kris. Never more alive in my life than on that night. Which is ironic, because, as you know, people were crushed to death.”
Tried to control my breath, held my fingers to my neck to feel my pulse, as if I could do something with that information. Think. Rationalize. Rationalize under the circumstances. Okay, so … assuming neither of us is mad, how do I ask the only other person who can understand me for help when she’s not even here?
“There was so much blood, Kris. You could smell it … blood all over. Most of it not mine.”
I looked up to see where the sun was in the sky. There was a set of train tracks nearby, that much I knew. But I wasn’t interested in sprinting for
