Cage
Two Weeks Later2022
I call her a little ghost, yet for some reason, I never considered that the brat would actually ghost me.
My blood simmers as I watch her from the depths of the woods surrounding her barn. As usual, the double doors are wide open, allowing the barn to air out. It's beginning to rain, the cold droplets doing little to cool my temper.
She’s cleaning up after feeding her pigs, having just hung up the phone with the lady who confirms the corpses are disposed of.
She’s meticulous. Has a routine that she doesn't stray from. And everything has a place.
Except for me, apparently.
A couple of weeks ago, Legion called to inform me Eli was back on the job, but immediately, I knew something was off when he