Doing it here, in the house Paul and I grew up in together, a few miles away from the spot where he’d probably died…it almost felt like doing it on his grave or something. He laughed and punched me back, but not hard. XXNX He went halfway to the door and stopped. Even now I couldn’t fully get away from it. I saw the tracks in the snow too, tracks like an animal might leave, but bigger and deeper. ***
I should have died. “Like this,” I said, directing his touch, rubbing his fingers on me. It must have been going for almost an hour judging from how deep it was already. Paul, looking at me, hands stuck in his pockets just like always. “I don’t know.”
I nodded. Shawna trained a flashlight on it and we saw that the door was open and that Karina was lying
