The Girl From the Woods
21
There are beer cans scattered everywhere in my apartment, and my eyes are glued shut. My head throbs dully, and my stomach rolls gently every time I shift a little.
All I keep thinking about is Rachel—bruised, bloody, no longer breathing—and the nausea intensifies.
I open my eyes slowly, and see darkness. Relieved, I lift myself from the mattress and pull my laptop toward me. I don't even have to check the news websites, because the TV is on in the other room, and I hear every word.
"Police have found new evidence in the Rachel Saunders case, implicating their main suspect. More on that when we return."
I lean over and throw up.
All I keep thinking about is Rachel—bruised, bloody, no longer breathing—and the nausea intensifies.
I open my eyes slowly, and see darkness. Relieved, I lift myself from the mattress and pull my laptop toward me. I don't even have to check the news websites, because the TV is on in the other room, and I hear every word.
"Police have found new evidence in the Rachel Saunders case, implicating their main suspect. More on that when we return."
I lean over and throw up.