Chapter 29

The sanity ship sailed. I’d officially snapped.

I was talking to dead people, seeing dead people—and I wasn’t psychic.

Joe drove me to Mallory the Homewrecker’s house. He’d cleaned up my arm after I got myself back together, but I kept using my arm to clean my tears. So the bandage was soggy, and blackened from my makeup.

Going up to the door, Joe knocked. His other hand laced through mine.

I considered lifting my bag and saying, “Trick or treat,”...