“Veronica…”

I was deflecting, I knew that. I didn’t want to deal with anything that I was going through right now. Ethridge and his threats, the potential end of the world, how close I’d come to death, or—

Or, the bits of colored scrap that would come swirling up through my subconscious in the form of fucked up dreams about what may or may not have happened that fateful day when my parents ...