Chapter 11

My brain is both frozen and moving too fast. It can’t think quickly enough to make my body move or to plan my next step, because it is too busy replaying what just happened.

My boss just killed someone. In his office. In the chair that I sometimes sit in.

My biggest question is why?

My second question is: how? How did he do it with such… casualness? Like he’s done it before?

I need to get out. That is the first thing I need to do.

With adrenaline shaking my body, I slowly step toward the door. Peering around the edge of the wood, I swallow the lump in my throat when I see David walking back around the room toward his desk, using a cloth to clean his gun before putting it down. Then, he stares at the desk. I see him reach a hand out, moving something, and then he just stops.