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Saylor

I stumbled into the blue tiny house with my vision blurry and braced myself on the coatrack. I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to stand.

“Saylor? Is that you?” Mac’s voice echoed from the loft above. “I thought you were coming over earlier.”

I tipped my head back and swallowed a mouthful of blood that slid down my throat like acid. “I th-th-th...” I couldn’t get my mouth to work.

I heard the creak of the stairs, and then she appeared at the top of the stairway. Her eyes scanned me and widened as they took in the state I was in.

I knew I was a sight to see—blood streaked across my face, my clothes torn, and my whole body felt like it had been through hell. And somehow, I’d managed to drag myself back here.

“Oh my god!” Mac screeched and rushed down the stairs in a blur. “What happened to you?”

I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall as the world tilted. My pulse pounded in my ears, and all I could do was try to breathe. My throat felt tight with my words stuck, but I managed to force them out.

“I think... I think I killed someone.”