Andre let his head fall against my shoulder; he wasn’t responding or moving, and in my other arm Sasha kept kicking and screaming. They were like two extremes. I still don’t know how I managed to carry both and not kill us all in some absurd fall. That would have been the final irony. But I did it, one way or another, and my body hurt more than ever; I even felt horrible pulls in parts of my body that should have been perfectly healthy. Was that the power of suggestion, of fear? That day you learn many things about terror.
When I reached the ground floor, I stopped short when I saw the front door open.
There were clothes on the floor too—a plaid shirt, jeans… farther out, on the porch, a T-shirt. Something slipped under my skin at the thought that another monster might have entered durin
