Chapter 36
Shannon walked the few blocks from their room to where Gordon’s car sat, still parked from their night at the movies. The streets were well lit, but the spaces between streetlights were ripe with shadows. Darkness lurked between buildings, under awnings and inside storefronts like something ready to pounce. She passed them with a gawking, nervy anticipation that never wholly departed. The morbid anticipation she felt as each approached was the worst. It was like walking towards death’s open arms.
They could have waited for dawn. Gordon said they should, but Charity wanted to leave, now, and Shannon was ready. She wanted to go wherever Gordon and Charity would take her and never look back.
She tried to hold to the voice of reason, the voice in her head that said she was
