Chapter 30“Lucy?” A week later, during the night, Henley sprung up in bed, searching the dark room. From his mat, Ciccio stared back at him with moonlit eyes, his black silhouette invisible in the darkness. “Nightmare…” Henley mumbled, checking his phone for the time. His heart was pounding. His hands were shaking a little. Bad memories were surfacing. Had to stop himself from thinking about those things. The chair. The tape. The smell of sweat and cigarette smoke. The knife. The blood. The terror of being at someone’s mercy.
It was three A.M. and the wind howled through the trees tonight. He could hear the rain tip-tapping the forest floor. April showers.
The bed was cold and empty without Mason in it. It seemed every day was longer than the one before. Mason’s plane would touch down in
