I set the photo down. Blood from the cut on my thumb smears across the broken glass.
If I needed proof, here it is: a ghost from my past warning me to stay away. Rae needs to stay off-limits. I’ve already crossed too many lines.
I reach a decision. I pick up my phone and dial. The call is answered almost at once. The conversation is brief. I place the orders for Monday morning.
When I hang up, I look at Elena’s shattered frame one more time and sneer. She died so easily in the end. So f*****g easily. I barely had to lift a finger.
Then I open the bottom drawer of my desk, the one where I keep things I don’t want to look at but can’t bring myself to throw away, and I stash her there. Elena goes back where she belongs. Face down, buried, sealed.
The drawer slams shut hard enough to ratt
