I punched the doorbell with numb fingertips, again and again and again. All at once my knees wouldn’t support me and I slid down to sit hard on their snow-covered doormat, my fist banging feebly against the door. I was still seeing that dark room, all those tongues and teeth pulling at Jenny’s flesh, the glossy horror of Logan’s blood-drenched smile. The pressure of his arms, pinning me to him. The sweet cold of his blood in my mouth.

The door opened and light poured out. ...