Caine
Fifteen years ago
A little thing like her shouldn’t be out riding a bicycle all by herself.
I’d waited outside the church this week, on the little bench hidden in front of the statue of Mary—most likely so people could pray in peace, not stalk ten-year-old girls. If anyone caught wind of the crazy s**t I was up to on Saturdays, they’d probably think I was a goddamn child molester.
My little friend locked up her bike on the other side of the church and looked around to see if anyone was watching before running inside. I ducked but wasn’t sure if she saw me or not. I wasn’t even sure what the hell I was looking for—but at least I knew how she got here and that she came alone.
I waited a few minutes before going inside, figuring I’d let her settle in on her side of the booth. But w
