“Char, are you drunk? I can take you home.” “No, I’m not fucking drunk, Calvin!” She kicked at the gravel and peered up at me. “Can’t you see it?” A blank look came over me. “See what?” “Grace. There’s something not right about her.” Char’s eyes widened as she spoke. “Why is she here? It doesn’t make any sense.” “She’s on vacation. How many times do I have to say that?” “A million because it doesn’t make any sense.” She took a small step toward me and put her hand on my forearm. “Please, tell me you see that.” I sighed. “I don’t.”
