Face to Face part seven



“I’m worried about Turner. I think he’s losing it.”

Morgan sat up in bed and draped her arms around my neck from behind, her fingers caressing my chest. “Everybody’s losing it, babe. We’ve all got cabin fever. You have it.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s not like that. It’s something much more dangerous. I’m starting to think that I should’ve listened to myself.”

“What do you mean?”

I turned to her and sighed. “The only other person I’ve told about this was Galen, and he didn’t believe me.”

She shrugged. “At this point, I’ll believe anything. Also, I’m bored. Tell me the story.”

I recounted to her, in great detail, the events of that rainy summer evening in 1993, and she listened without reaction, much to my dismay. I’d always prided myself on my ability to read people, but deciphering that woman’s poker face exceeded the limits of…

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