Chapter 10
RAE KELLER
I looked up at the ceiling of the room that was once mine but did not welcome me again, blinking tears out of my eyes so that the tiny six year old fire head cuddled beside me, playing with a black skinned doll, would not notice me.
I was out of options, I was drained and I lived at the bottom pit in the wells of misery. It had been two weeks now, two weeks since I left the weird iced cream shop that housed my husband's doppelganger. I had not looked back once since I left, and now I was beginning to think that was very stupid of me.
I remembered him calling out to me, in that voice that sounded eerily like my dead husband's. He had called, offering me a stable job where I would get five hundred dollars every week for just selling iced cream.
