Chapter 76
Myra
The icy cold of the pavement seeped through the soles of my feet, but I didn't feel it. I didn't feel anything except a strange, hollow ringing in my ears, like the hum of a distant power line. It was a sensory blackout. The smell of the mountain rain, the damp of the porch, even the lingering scent of Tony’s skin that had been so vivid minutes ago—it all vanished, replaced by the sterile, blinding whiteness of the paper across the street.
I looked at the telephone pole. Against the dark, weathered wood, the flyer looked clinical. From a distance, it could have been anything. A lost dog. A yard sale. A notice for the church social. But the composition was too familiar. I knew the specific angle of that chin—my chin. I knew the way my hair had been matted against the stra
