CHAPTER 22
The temperature had dropped, but the sun still hadn’t fully set. Another month or two and it would be dark before dinnertime, but for now the little bit of extra daylight still served in her favor. Pip had been snoring gently for about half an hour, and Kimmie’s eyes were strained from filling out that paperwork with nothing but the dim twilight and a cheap battery-powered flashlight.
When she heard the front door shut, she strained her eyes and peered out the window. When Chuck had to pee and the power was out, he either filled up the toilet or sprayed the area right by the front porch, but this time she could make out his fat figure sauntering toward the outhouse.
Her whole body trembled. She’d already planned what she was going to do, but what if Chuck found out? What if t
