Chapter 65
- KESTER.
- Silence sat comfortably between us after we were served our meals. The food was nothing more than a prop. It was obvious none of us were hungry after all, for different reasons.
- For me, I had no appetite—not for this. My hunger lay elsewhere, in the warm embrace of my obsession, the one who filled my every waking thought, the one who left no room for anyone or anything else.