My bones are young but they are weary. Still as my face distorts itself in irreparable pain and my muscles tremble I push myself along the crooked sidewalk, my progress marked only by cracks in the darkened concrete.
I have taken too many wrong turns and I suppose this is where I have landed. I am on my last legs, the finale to the gory war, and have nothing to show for it but a scarred ego and a harrowing feeling in my gut that it all ends here. There is red in the edges of my vision and red splattered on my hands. I don't know how it got there.
I just want to say I'm sorry.
God, I am so, so sorry.
YOU ARE READING
In Dead Men's Shoes
Mystery / ThrillerWhen sixteen-year old Catalina Steinbeck shows up injured and possessed a hundred miles from her town in the middle of the night, her life is twisted upside-down into a journey she never asked for. Her best friend Jess follows Catalina's journey fai...
