Chapter 102

• I shook my head with jerky movements.
• Standing up, he shoved the gun back into the waistband of his pants, put his finger to his lips, and opened the door, listening for a second before stepping out. As soon as he was gone, I surged forward and shut it behind him, then backed into the farthest corner and pulled my knees up to my mutilated chest, which suddenly throbbed in pain.
• Jesus, how could I have thought he’d forget about me?