jovial man I’d grown to love. It couldn’t be a coincidence the wind had opened the shutters, smelling like Derrick’s affinity, and my sketchbook had turned to the page showing Derrick. Icicles skated through me. I wrapped my arms around myself. Derrick was haunting me from afar, reminding me of what he’d done, that he’d try to kill me again. For all I knew,
