Chapter 47

• Joe’s body blocked my view, but my memory painted every fucking detail for me. When she cried out I just whimpered. My chin quivered as I scooted down one step at a time until I couldn’t see them anymore. Then I ran. When my hand was on the doorknob I heard the bed begin to squeak rhythmically.
• I looked down at my ankle. We’d made friendship anklets at a party a few weeks before. Mine was frayed and the colors had faded. I couldn’t stand it touching me anymore. I tore it off and threw it on the floor of the entryway before running out of the house.
• I ran out the front door sobbing. I’d forgotten to put on shoes, but there was no way I was going back in my house to get them. My brother. My lover.