Chapter 8No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place.
On Monday morning, Theo made Dylan breakfast before he had to head off to work. The dark was thick outside the kitchen bay, but the white, frost-covered windows on Dylan’s car shone brightly. Theo mused; everything was perfect. Better than perfect.
The urge to create burned in his chest but instead of hurrying out to the freezer where he’d stored the parts of Rebecca, he poured himself another cup of coffee and waved at Dylan as he drove off.
The cat flap he’d installed in the laundry room sounded and then Cat was by his feet. “Is it safe to come in now?”
“Dylan would never harm you.” He wouldn’t. He cared more about Cat than Theo did, though he had to admit if only to himself, life without Cat would be empty.
“No, I was more thinki
