I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

the top of the fence badly, scraped half the skin off my palm, and just kind of flopped there, stomach on the top rail like a dying fish. My left shoe came off and dropped into the yard behind me.

I didn’t care.

A man’s voice shouted, “Stop her.”

Not “Natalie.”

Her.

I rolled over the other side and landed on gravel, which hurt in a new place. Then I got continue reading …