Chapter 43
- JESS'S POV
- The quiet inside the house had been oppressive, as if it had its own weight-bearing down on my chest.
- I folded my legs over one another at the bed frame, pulled up close, clasped my knees. My fingers picked at a thread that was loose on my sleeve and twisted, pulled it over and over again as if I pulled enough, then maybe the rest of things would come apart too.