Chapter 34
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FOUR
STORM
Anotification goes off on my phone as I stand in the glass and marble luxury bathroom of our suite.
Am I going to fuck her?
God, I feel like I might die if I don’t. But the woman from the summer, the one I couldn’t see, she plays inside my head and I don’t want to do that to Sloane. Fuck her, just to leave her.
The thought makes me queasy.
Absentmindedly, I grab my phone from the black marble countertop, right next to Sloane’s toothbrush, and I flip over my screen.
It unlocks with my face, and the notification opens automatically.
My stomach lurches.
It’s the app I use for the camera at Sloane’s place. There was movement outside of her door.
I clench my back teeth, grateful she’s right outside this bathroom, right within my reach, when I watch the replay load to show me the movement.
A figure shroud in black steps away from her door, holding something in their hand. A…knife.
The light in the corridor glints off it.
I breathe in through my nose.
Out.
The person doesn’t lift their head, as if they know a camera is there. They’re wearing a cloak of all fucking things, hood over their head.
But the door, I can see it, the way this camera has an angle that doesn’t miss a thing.
Something is carved into the dark wood, lighter splinters spelling out a single word.
Goodbye.
My body is rigid, my heart racing.
Then the figure looks up, directly at the camera, and brushes their hood off.
And my own father looks back at me at the same time a text flickers on my phone.