Chapter 36

Conversation had left me numb. Declaring he was too tired to talk anymore, Harper had finally rolled onto his side, facing away from me and told me to get some sleep. But how could I sleep? I would like to have said it was because I felt anger, rage, the urge to find Brandon and rip out his throat, but strangely I felt none of those things. I wasn't sure I knew how to feel anymore. In a daze, I lay down on the bed next to Harper, not caring when he shifted further away as if having me close disturbed him. Lying on my back, I stared up at the ceiling, unblinking and the emptiness inside me festered and rotted like the damp in the walls. I couldn't make sense of anything but the longer I lay there, the more I was certain of one thing. The old Megan really was dead and I was glad she was dead. Her face, her clothes, her life just made me want to throw up. Everything about her made me want to curl over and retch up harder than I had when I had been in Harper's bas