He shines his flashlight on the iron poker on the mattress. On the plank torn from the wall. “More vandalism?” he says. “Disappointing. Harvey told me you had learned your lesson.” He picks up the poker and moves to place it back next to the woodstove. “Clearly, you haven’t learned a thing. We’ll have to remedy that.” My pulse is pounding. I look toward the door, but Edward turns suddenly, the poker still in his hand. “Josh told me what you think you saw in the woods,” he says, stepping closer to me. “You know, Josh says you’ve been seeing a lot of things recently. And that little wound on your head can’t help. Must’ve been quite a fall.” He reaches up with his free hand and brushes his fingers across the gash on my forehead. I flinch and catch sight of Josh. He blinks a few times and looks away. “I had to tell him, Dylan,” he says. “You were acting kind of crazy. I was worried about you.” My head throbs. Suddenly, I’m furious. Furious at Edward for what he did to Allen.
