Guest Of Honor: A Novelette

Megan peers over at him, a shiver ru

ing down her spine.  Her legs feel like rubber.  She glances over at the door lock—suddenly overcome by déjà vu—and sees it still unlocked in case she has to bolt.

“If you had,” he says, “you would’ve mentioned him in your little story.  You spoke of Sandy as if he was your only brother.  Right?”

“Ah-”