The lies we tell

“Night.”

Finally, I was left alone. I took the key from the outside lock, shut the door firmly, and locked the door from the inside, then sent a quick message to Kinslee, although she’d been dead to the world by the time I’d left her, sleeping off the effects of the tequila. Pulling on the T-shirt, I slipped under the covers. How had I ended up sleeping here, of all places?

Overcome with exhaustion, I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.