Chapter 15: Tea Leaves


I woke up feeling wrecked. All night I would be on the edge of sleep and then my head would replay the evening all over again–I hadn’t slept well at all. And my clothes were hanging to dry, still covered with what were unmistakably blood stains. I would have to just burn them later. I felt my lip, which was still swollen, but had gone down a little bit in the night. I washed my face and picked up my mother’s hand mirror. I was a mess, and it was only Tuesday. I slid my hand under the mattress and felt for the handle of the gun. I looked at it, debating whether to take it with me. And at the last second, I tucked it into my waistband. Continue reading