Morning snuck up on me, creating a festering paranoia. I pushed my ear to the wooden beams on the floor. Hearing the stupid banter between them and the customers. The inflection in their voices, even though the words were muffled, I could tell they were asking questions. When I walked back to the bed we'd slept in, a bad feeling hit the pit of my stomach.

Halo's pillow had a pool of dried blood in the center. I tilted her head back, stuffed her nostrils with tissue, but she shooed me ...