Never Alone

CHAPTER 22

Stalker

Oh Ella.

Henry’s car burns bright against the night sky, the metal crackling against the heat to make a familiar, haunting sound. My gloved hands drag her body, limp and heavy enough to leave trails in the mud. Don’t worry, she’s still alive, sweet Ella.

Not so much can be said for him, though.

God, the things I do for you.

Your gun knocks against my thigh as I bend down and arrange her limp body just so. I place my cheek near her mouth. Her breath comes in short bursts, rich with alcohol. She’s still here.

I sit back into my car, placing your gun on the seat next to me. I’ll have to return that to you.

Oh Ella, the things I do for you.