Messes. Yep. I’ve been cleaning up messes my whole adult life. Did I like it?
“I never really thought I had a choice,” I answered and drank my coffee cup dry.
Sonni grabbed the pot, refilling my mug. I added more sugar.
“Then, why keep doing it?”
“Good question,” I bit the inside of my cheek.
What would happen if I stopped fixing all the messes? What would happen if I let someone else get a turn? The world probably wouldn’t stop spinning.
A wave of dizziness hit me. I grabbed the counter.
“Are you alright?” Sonni was next to me in an instant, grabbing my elbow.
I shook my head, trying to clear the spinning. “Um, not sure. It’s probably this headache I’ve had all day.”
“Sit down, and let me get you some water,” Sonni eased me back into the stool.
I nodded. A huge belch erupted out of me. I clamped my hands over my mouth and caught a whiff of my breath.
Garlic.
What the holy heck-fire?
My eyes widened as Sonni returned. She stood in front of the kitchen wall with the not-so-faded spots.
Voids.
A giant void in the blood splatter.
Someone bigger than a tiny trophy wife or a skinny hunched butler stabbed Octavio.
I pointed at her. “YOU!”
I tried to make my legs move, but they were stubborn today. Didn’t they know I needed to run away from a murderer?
They gave out on me completely, bringing me to my knees. Traitors!
Sonni stood in front of me. “No. YOU. You ruined my life. And now it’s time to pay up.”
I puked up my guts onto Sonni’s shoes. The only thought in my head was:Flint was going to be so mad at me.
