Chapter 59

He didn’t know what to think.

Cillian got out of the hot tub and dried himself off. “See you later,” he said in a jovial tone that he had to fake.

“Goodbye, Cillian.” 13

Something was different. It took weeks to notice, but his hallucinations were not as frequent or severe. Fewer bodies, more birds. For the first time since they began, they were not getting worse. Even Muhaimin was generally quiet as Henri took it for a walk.

They still persisted, however. One day, the sitting room was on fire. He could feel the heat. And as always, the Monks looked colorful and distorted. But the pool proved ten times more enjoyable without any bodies floating in it.