Chapter 9
It was a good thing I had set down my coffee on the table in the solarium before stepping outside or else I would have done that thing people always do in movies. Drop and smash. Dramatic, but messy.
Although maybe the sound of the mug shattering would have snapped me out of the frozen state I was in. As it was, I don't know how long I stood there on the porch looking down at Cynthia's body.
Facedown, but with one hand reaching up to the top step, hand gently curved. Like she was sleeping.
My gaze skittered away from the back of her skull. There was a definite curving in where it should be curving out, and my stomach flopped over even as my eyes refused to linger.
But I did notice other things. Like there was no blood on the ground around her, and there was no dew on her.
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