I knew more about her for never having spoken to her. We didn't need to. Because the way she looked at me sometimes, that said it all. She wanted me. She didn't mind that I'd stop by her apartment late, or that I'd watch her sleep, buried under her gray blanket, while the stars strung around her room blinked on and off to the rhythm of her breathing.


16. Avery

A body was found in Hannigan Park.

A woman.

Devon turned up the newscast as we sat on the couch in my apartment. At the mall, people were panicked over something, talking in hushed voices.

Now we understood.

"The body of 32 year old Katherine Wilk was found early this morning inside Hannigan Park. Her cause of death was a deep stab wound to the jugular. A local resident called the police after discovering the body.

At this time, the police have no suspects.

Devon shut her eyes, her body trembling.

I didn't know what came over me when I slipped my hand into hers, squeezing her fingers tightly. She didn't return the gesture, or eve look at me, but I thought that maybe part of her was glad I'd done that.

"This is terrible," Devon said, opening her eyes to look at me. "First Alexa, now this woman."

I nodded, pulled out my laptop and searched Google. I typed in KATHERINE WILK and the first thing that came up surprised me.

"She was a therapist," I said.

Devon leaned over to look at the screen. Anything to avoid the TV. I didn't blame her. She read the article, then pulled back.

"It says she was really popular. I wonder who could have done this. Do you think maybe it was one of her patients?"

That thought left a sick feeling in my stomach.

Someone that this woman had been helping get better had done this? Nausea rolled over me.

"Are you okay?" Devon asked quietly. When she put a hand on my cheek, I turned toward her. "You don't look well. You feel hot."

"It's just a lot to process," I told her. But she didn't move her hand. And I didn't want her to. "I know I didn't know this woman, but—"

She nodded and dropped her hand. "I know what you mean. I barely knew Alexa, but her death still upset me." She was quiet for some time after that. Then: "Have you ever known anyone who has died?"

Leaning my head back against the couch, I answered her. "My best friend was killed before I moved here. It was a hit and run. They never found the person responsible. Her family is still hoping the cops will find whoever it was."

"I'm sorry," Devon said. Then she laid her head on my shoulder, her fingers finding mine again. She squeezed them. "I'll keep you safe," she whispered

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