Blythe
I was not ready for Terrence and Lawrence to leave.
I sit on the bed, facing the door, greeted by silence yet unable to anticipate how long it will last. I'm not ready to see Spencer. Last night had been a disaster—an unraveling of threads woven everywhere. The revelation of what the Bishop brothers do for a living is bothersome but Spencer's involvement bothers me the most. I already hated Terrence before knowing what he does for a living; learning he is a hitman does not make me hate him any more than I already had. Lawrence's role, identical to Terrence's from what I've gathered, does not take me out at the knees.
But it is not an easy pill to swallow and digest, realizing that at all times a killer is only feet away from me no matter where I am in this house. I may not be o
