Chapter 6

If not…No, she would have to know! I stopped and looked back towards the trashcans. If she didn’t, what would happen to Barrett’s daughter? I tried clearing my head as I made my way back towards my house. I would call her again, maybe just get in my car and head over there now. I had the sudden urge to wash my hands and went to the kitchen. I hadn’t gotten anything on them, but the motion, the heat of the water, the smell of the soap, helped reel me back from the edges of what had just happened.

I looked at the clock over the kitchen sink as I scrubbed my hands. It was too late to call her again, I reasoned, as I wiped my hands on a dishtowel that hung from my oven door. It would have to wait. I would see her tomorrow.