The Tenant

by Freida McFadden

They shake hands, but a split second after their palms make contact, Quillizabeth yanks her hand away as if she’s been scalded. She stumbles back, her hands trembling.

“He’s going to kill you,” the older woman blurts out. “Blake is going to kill you, Krista. You have to get away from here.”

Except… Why does this voice in the back of my head keep telling me to get rid of her right now, while I still