I didn’t return to Helen. I’d lost my appetite.
And my soul.
I didn’t care that I had left her in a house with the bodies of her dead parents. No, not just dead. Decimated. What a pretty picture she was left there to look at.
They were out far on the edge of town. And there would be no agencies coming to the rescue. No children’s services. No police force. Not back then.
Not even neighbors. It would take someone finally noticing that she and her parents were missing for them to think to look.
But Helen wasn’t going to be high on the list of concern. Several people died that night, and more than one person went missing.
My disappearance was thanks to Haydn. As was Paul’s. The rest of the destruction was due solely to me.