Early May | Skype

“Is it on? How do we know if it’s on? Benjamin, can she hear us?”

“Yes, Mum, I can hear you. I—owh, shit, no, don’t move the mike. You have to keep it still.” Continue reading Early May | Skype



‘Natalie?’ Erica’s call came from the hallway.

Natalie froze.

Keep calm, she told herself. She looked down at the knife in her hand, then to the blood-smeared floor, then to the mess on the table in front of her. Just keep very, very calm. Continue reading Natalie