Chapter 89 Facing The Monsters

• Eve
• I couldn’t sit still. Forty minutes. It has been forty minutes since Sage had bolted out the door like the house was on fire, leaving me with nothing but that crushed piece of paper in my fist and a phone full of a photo I wished I’d never seen.
• I paced the living room until the rug wore a path, biting my bottom lip hard enough to taste copper. The beer sat forgotten on the table—warm, flat, untouched. Every creak of the house made me jump. Every car passing on the street made my heart slam against my ribs.