A shiver rolls through me. Angel. The word lingers, curling around my thoughts like smoke. My breath stutters, and for a split second, my mind jumps somewhere it shouldn’t. Somewhere absurd. The letters at my house… I’ll see you soon, angel. You lock your doors at night. That’s good. But doors don’t keep me out, angel. They only keep you in. “Nothing, angel. Go back to sleep, okay?” But no. That’s ridiculous.
