blood.”
Something in his tone made my shoulders stiffen, but I was too tired to chase the feeling.
“Later, Greg,” I said again.
He held my gaze a beat too long before smiling and stepping back.
That night, after the last guest left and the casseroles were stacked in the freezer, I sat on the edge of our bed and stared at Daniel’s side of the closet.
His continue reading …
