“There’s no space for me in this house!” “I’ll get rid of it, I promise. It’s just temporary.” “Bullshit,” he said. He gave the bag another kick, and the fight went out of him. “I seriously doubt that.” He stood there, contemplating the great heaps of trash bags that lined the room, and then his gaze traveled to the blinking, humming array, in the midst of which sat Annabelle. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her. He took a deep breath, held it, and started counting.
