Skylar.

The container was too quiet.

Not the peaceful kind of quiet either. It was the kind that pressed on my ears until I could hear the fridge humming, the wall clock ticking, my own heartbeat thumping behind my eyes.

Conrad had been gone for six hours.

I knew because I'd counted every one of them.

I'd washed the dishes twice. I'd swept a floor that didn't need sweeping. I'd even arranged the cans in the cupboard by size, which was the kind of thing I only did when my mind was ...