When we got back to my condo, I realized that I didn’t even like walking down the hall without Deacon by my side. The pictures Anna had shown me had driven my fear and paranoia to new heights, and I hated turning my back to the door of a room. Deacon, Anna, and I patrolled every inch of the space. We looked in all the closets, all the rooms, and under my bed three times. Even so, I still didn’t feel safe.
“So,” Deacon said, sitting down at the dining room table and kicking his feet up on the table. “What’re we gonna do?”
“You should call Trey,” Anna said. “Katie and I have some business that we need to take care of in her closets.”
I shot a quick look at Deacon. “But you’re not going to leave us, right?”
Anna sighed. “Katie, we know there’s no one inside,” she said gently. She reached
