Chapter Six

Savannah

I haven’t slept. Not really. Every time I close my eyes, shadows move in the corner of the room, footsteps echo that aren’t there. I sit up, turn on the lamp, tell myself it’s just in my head. It doesn’t help. The quiet feels heavier now, like it’s holding its breath.

By morning, my coffee tastes like metal and my hands won’t stop shaking. I tell myself to pull it together. Normal. I need