I finally phoned around to Joel’s friends last night, but none of them have seen him. I drove around town all day today looking for him, and nothing. It’s been four days since he left. That’s not the bad news.
Tonight Joel is back. He’s standing outside under the kitchen window looking up at our home with the same blood-filled eyes that Mr. Mennings had. When he notices me looking out at him between the blinds, his eyes fill with something I can only call lust. Not hunger for my body in the way that he used to as my husband, but a blood lust like he wants to tear his teeth into my soft muscles and devour me.
My husband is home.
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