Chapter 9

I spent three days with Monica.

The attic was cold, so we slept huddled together.

It was one of the few warm memories I had since I could remember.

But warmth is always fleeting.

In the evening, I overheard Winters talking to the uncles.

He said they'd go to collect the ransom at nine tonight.

I already knew the procedure.

Monica wouldn't be going home. Once the ransom arrived, it would be time to dispose of her.

I returned to the attic without a word.

I brought two bread rolls and a plate of food, which we ate together.

As she ate, Monica asked me, "Dashiell, have you ever seen the ocean?"

"No."

"Me neither, but my dad said he'd take me to the beach this summer. You should come too! I've heard the ocean is so beautiful."

I listened to Monica's description in silence.

Until the sunset sank like blood.

Darkness fell.

I looked at Monica and said, "Take off your clothes."

Monica stared at me in shock, not moving an inch.