“He left me here,” Mary Beth said. Her voice was deep and dark like decay. Lightning slashed through the trees and cast slanting shadows over her face where her eyes used to be. Her skin shone translucent, a skeleton smile behind her lips. Insects and squirming things moved in her hair. “They took my body but he left me here. I can hear you, Eugene. I can hear all of you, living your lives like nothing ever happened. I know where they buried my bones. I know my parents moved away. But he stayed behind with me. I’m still here!”
