Chapter 26: Mexico
March 20
I woke up during the daylight hours, and it continued to snow outside, blowing and covering the windows. My right temple stung, dried blood there. Although I suffered from a headache, my mind started to race as I blinked numerous times. Everything about Miller’s unexpected visit to the Tudor surfaced within my memory: his trespassing into the house, finding me inside my upstairs office, threatening to cut and thrust a part of my body, and knocking me out cold with the heel of his knife.
I began to panic. “What do I do?”
A million thoughts began to gallop through my head: Should I call the police? Should I try and reach out to Gloria’s beau, Bobby? Should I call Gloria and get her opinion of what I should do? Should I call…
Cut and thrust. Cut and thrust. Cu
