He’s not hysterical like me, ready to call the police, the national guard, the army…
My mind races a mile a minute with scenarios as I wrap the towel around my torso, hands shaking. Are there more out there like Mel? Is this an epidemic? Who else knows?
His face remains expressionless, a mild contentment, as if he’s unsurprised, as if he already knows what’s coming.
Finally I ask him who he is. I ask him about Grace, the house, the dead woman in his trunk. His answer is even more terrifying.
“She’s not dead,” he says. “Well, not completely.”
Tuesday’s tag was “u.s. army.”
Stay tuned for “V” later tonight!