I walk sleepily to Shane's guest room when we get to his fancy ass apartment while he heads to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. I lock the door behind me before sitting cross legged on the bed.
I need something; anything, to help me stop the train of thoughts that is haunting me. Jesse can't be killer. He can't be.
At a moment of pure desperation, i take my phone from my bag and call Meg. She takes forever to answer; she always does. When she eventually talks to me, her speech is slurry. She's totally drunk.
"I'm so drunk! Who is this? Are you Superman?"
I roll my eyes.
"I need to talk to Bran."
"He's busy."
"What is he doing?"
"I don't know. I think he's trying to cook or something."
"Meg, i need to talk to Bran. Give him that phone. Now!!"
"Okay fine. Wait a sec
