Cover up
I picked up the charred clothes, bagging them so they couldn't be seen, and carried them out to the trash shoot. The smell from the bag was horrifying, the smell of burnt flesh, the bits of his skin still stuck to the clothes. He would have died for me? Well, more like because of me.
I went to check on Madison. She had turned over, a pile of drool forming on the pillow next to her. There were no words to explain what happened, not that made anything any better. I wish Vincent would have bewitched her before he left. I wanted to call him, see if he would handle it. I wouldn't risk using the spell again, ever.
Returning to my room, I searched about for my phone. The poor thing smashed again. This time you could see the screen still, 10 missed calls, 27 new messages. Fuck. I scrolled. Most of there were Alyssa. Apparently, she thinks I am ghosting her. The last was a number I didn't know, but they only called once.
