—Nate’s Thoughts ’d been taunted by nightmares ever since Conner disappeared that day in the church parking lot, exactly forty-four days ago. In my dreams, his teeth were bared in a grimace, lips shrunken back. Empty eye sockets peered down at me before the feeling of his cold, hard fingers fling...
―Oscar Wilde hen I arrived at Kyle’s, the only light in the living room emanated from a few lava lamps and black light sets around the room. The band already played loudly. I headed to the back corner where a folding table served as a makeshift all-you-can-eat junk food buffet. All ten of the ext...
