Several days had passed after the police found that boy’s dead body. My sister hadn't bothered reaching out to me again, and for the last few days, I had barely slept. My thoughts kept running straight back to that poor guy I had fed from. It wasn't possible. There was no way I had killed him. The only problem was…he was actually dead. 

No matter how I tried to spin it.

The only thing I could think of was maybe someone else had found him after I had left him. I mean, it ...