Chapters 11-17 have been rewritten to improve story flow and pacing. [June 27, 2024]
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Son of a bitch.
Today of all days, someone has to come to my door?
Somehow I force my exhausted body off the couch. My bones protest as I stumble to the door, leaning heavily against the frame. Who the hell needs me right now? I don't even know anyone in this town.
I'll feel bad if it's Mrs. Elkins, but anyone else needs to prepare themselves for the rage of a sick person.
I yank it open, ready to snap at whoever dared to disturb my misery. But there's no one there. My landing is empty. The stairway is empty. There's nothing, except the occasional person passing by on the street.
Great. Now I'm imagining things.
I step out, glancing both ways. Nothing. A shiver runs through me, and it has nothing to do with my fever. Something feels off, but I can't put my finger on it.
