The Tenant

by Freida McFadden

“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.”

“He’s going to stab you with a kitchen knife.” Quillizabeth points a shaky finger at the rug beneath our feet. “It’s going to happen right here. I saw a vision of him crouching over your body, watching you bleed to death.”

“I’ve never done anything to make you distrust me,” I point out. And that’s true. Well, as far as she knows.

“When I want something, I never let anything get in my way.” I bob my head. “Same.”

Is it terrible to say I miss her?

So you see, when I stabbed Krista that night, I wasn’t saving Blake’s life. I was saving my own. I bet you five bucks Krista never saw that coming.