Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93723 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
She shuffles her feet into the room and stands at the window, staring out into the night. “What do you want to talk about?”
I don’t know.
I have all the same questions as the police asked us tonight. I have all the same questions that they’ll ask us tomorrow. She’s not insane … I mean, she found remains of bodies that were not in a casket. I don’t know if they’ll be able to identify the bodies, but they need to find an explanation better than Josie’s for why the remains were there if we’re not to believe her.
“I don’t think you’re mentally ill, insane, crazy … whatever fucking word you want to use. I think this situation is what’s crazy. It doesn’t make sense in a way that my brain can comprehend.”
“I know,” she whispers.
I take a few more steps, standing behind her for several breaths before wrapping my arms around her, dipping my head to bring my lips close to her ear. “I love you, Josephine Watts.”
With those words, she sucks in a breath and lets it out in a shaky exhale while wiping a few tears.
“Why do you think you were one of those girls? Does it feel like the only explanation?”
She eases her head side to side. “Because I felt it.”
“Felt what?”
“The straight blade along my scalp. And … the fear.”
To be continued …