Chapter 59

Addison woke suddenly, a cry echoing in the room around her. She covered her mouth with her good hand when she realized the broken sound had come from her own lips. She'd been dreaming that she was drowning in that damn river in the park, struggling to surface, but constantly swimming down toward the bottom. At the bottom of the river, Erica was waiting for her, laughing and screaming, waving her arms at Addison, her fingertips topped by razorblades. A kaleidoscope of red and pink had swirled in the river around Addison's body where Erica's finger blades had sliced away at her.

"This is going to take years of therapy," Addison grumbled, sitting up in her bed and shoving the suddenly suffocating quilt aside.