Thresholds - Chapter 10

Strange Appetites

The next morning, I carried Maya’s laundry basket downstairs while she showered. Helen had been doing the washing, but I figured I could handle a load of wash. Maya’s black hoodie felt heavier than it should. I checked the pockets before tossing it in—old habit from Sarah’s childhood, when I’d learned the hard way about pens left in pockets—and found ca…