“I should kill you right now for lying to me,” he rasps. His finger on the trigger looks ready to pull.
I glance over to the trailer, wondering if Tommy will come bursting out. I hit him hard, but was it hard enough?
I don’t want to stay and find out. I want to get June and Ernestine and run for the hills. To get them away from here, away from danger, away from the nightmares that follow people like Rose and me around and stick to our loved ones like stains.
“You know damn well what you lied about.”
Oh, Dima, I want to say. If only you knew. I’ve been lying for so long that I don’t even remember where the truth starts anymore.
Out loud, I snap, “Can we stop playing these mind games? Better yet, can we do this later? I don’t know how long we have and—”
“Ten months ago, a man came to y
