I sigh, a hollow sound.
Mary grips my hands, her expression grim. “There’s a reason you have to live now.”
That’s when I notice the blood on her hands.
I look over the side of my bed and see a woman lying there, dead.
“Mary?” I ask cautiously.
My friend swallows. “There’s something you need to know.”
Chapter 11
Alice
I pack the sandwich in a plastic container before pasting a sticky note on it and writing a sweet message. After smiling at the note that I know is going to have the recipient laughing like a loon, I look over my shoulder and call out, “Mira, it’s getting late. Move your little butt.”
I hear the pitter patter of little feet on the wooden floor of the hallway, and a little girl not even half my size skids into the kitchen. “Here!”
I give her a sharp look. “What have I
