Traveling for days at a time, my eyelids start to grow heavy, and I must pull alongside the road before the next town. Every day I have been texting her and leaving messages, but nothing. Absolutely nothing. I see hints of blazing red here and there, but nothing from my sister.
One night, I even swear that I see the soul eater laughing at me from the box of the truck, but then I stop alongside the road to check, and she is gone. Not even a bone or a pool of blood are left behind, so I am pretty sure it was just a figment of my imagination. However, I hear her claws drag across the top of the cab many times while driving along the empty roads on the way to my sister’s.
After five days, I finally reach my sister’s house and pull in the driveway. Cautiously, I survey the area an
