Where All the Dead Lie

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

21 December, 2008 Dear James, I am so, so sorry to do this to you. But I can’t face another moment with these creatures in my head. They claw at me. They tear me to shreds. Their eyes follow me everywhere. I can’t escape. They make me want to die. So that is where I am going. To death. He will welcome me. I will make sure he takes care of the baby. I do love you.

Evanelle