Part 2
Living in Minnie’s house has been strangely good for me. I thought I would leave as soon as my injuries healed. I wonder what she really thought when she found my unconscious body at her dumpster three weeks ago. I must have looked dead, with blood matted in my hair and spattered all over my clothes. But she helped me without question. It must have taken all of her strength to drag me inside the house, but she did.
“How did you know to burn everything?” Minnie has just finished redressing my head wound. “Someone else would just throw away everything instead.”
Minnie just stares at me and purses her lips, as if in thought. Shaking her head, she said, “I didn’t burn everything.” She turns towards the armoire and takes something from it.
As she turns towards me, holding the object in her hand, I froze and my mind blanks. No!