Chapter 79

SLOANE

I can’t stop hearing the wet sound a severed hand makes when it lands in a gift box.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Like Enzo’s little heartbeat the first time I held him.

I drag Freya through the front door and the house swallows us both. It smells exactly the same.

Exactly.

Five fucking years and it still smells the same.

Freya is shaking so hard I feel it in my wrist where I’m gripping her.

Good.