Chapter 10: Queasy

I don't understand.

My life went from rom com to horror in five seconds flat.

It started as a romantic afternoon with Luke. We were kissing and reminiscing about our childhoods and Al the ice cream truck driver. Now the only ice cream I see in my future is when I-scream. OK, this is not the time for jokes Millie, I scolded myself.

I may be going crazy. Or I may already be crazy... That would explain so much. I squeezed my eyes shut, counted to three, and opened them again.

Bloody jersey still there.

So I'm not hallucinating. Damn. I was frozen in the hallway. My bag had slipped from my shoulders and landed with a thud next to my feet. This was a real situation. I'm not dreaming, I'm not hallucinating. This is real. My eyes zoned in on the jersey. It was scrunched up and hanging over my brass doorknob. Blood dripped from the shirt to the carpet like teardrops.