LISA
"Take a shower."
Kellan's soft words distract me from the darkness inside my head.
I don't even remember leaving Ava's place, but here we are. Home. His home, but also mine.
My fingers refuse to work. The zipper on my coat stays firmly in place despite my attempts to grip it. Everything feels distant, like I'm watching someone else's hands fail at this simple task.
"Here." His hands replace mine, steady and warm. Rough and calloused. Strong. Dependable. "Let me help."
The zipper slides down with a quiet hiss. He peels the coat from my shoulders, but it's warm in here; I don't need it. There's a fire going in the wood stove already. I'm not sure if someone kept it going for us while we were gone, or if they started it when we returned.
Dark stains splash against the brown fabric, mostly from behind. Mira's blood. The sight should make me react, should make me feel something. But there's nothing. Just emptiness. I'm exhausted; all my feelings have been felt.
"Arms up."
