Chapter 37

A dull light pressed against my eyelids. My head throbbed like a drum in my skull.

Somewhere near me, a voice broke through the fog.

“Are you okay?”

I turned my head, and three police officers came into view, their dark uniforms making them seem heavier than the air around them. Faith was standing by the door, her hands clenched in front of her, her eyes wide and wet with fear.

And then it hit me, everything.

The memory slammed into my chest, knocking the air out of me. I pushed myself up too fast, the pounding in my head exploded, but I didn’t care. My breath came hard and shallow. I started shaking my head like a psycho, and I started hitting my head.

One of the officers reached out, trying to steady me, but I slapped his hand away. My eyes burned, vision blurring.

“It’s not true,” I whispered, shaking my head.

The officer’s voice was slow and careful, as if he feared his words might shatter me. “A neighbor reported she saw your moth