Several minutes passed as Helen moved like an inchworm to the edge of the couch and dropped one leg off the side.
Ky stuck his hands under her armpits and leaned back as he pulled her to a stand.
The guest room of the cabin I rented was small, just large enough to fit a futon, a coffee table, and a small television. I had never given it much thought, as I had never had a reason to use the space — until today.
I expected to hear a lot of screaming and grunting coming from the room, but only heard a low-pitched mumbling.
Rita scooted back on the loveseat and put her feet on the coffee table. “How will you start the conversation about Seth’s stomach contents? If you ask too many questions, he will know we are investigating Seth’s potential murder. Then Helen will look guilty for breaki
