“ Getting out of tight jams was his specialty. ”
Buried and burned. Never find them. Never. Buried and buried.
~ Hunter Shea
It's this place. Whatever darkness came to the island, it's here to stay. Stick around long enough and it gets inside your skin, into your cells, like an infection.
Jessica's hand flew to her mouth. If she had any doubt, the next entry settled it. She read on, cool beads of sweat trickling down the back of her neck, hardly daring to breathe as the black heart of Ormsby Island came closer and closer into focus.
I have a new nickname for Dottie. She's now the Crazy Whisperer.
