The creepy old house smells like three-month-old kitty litter and rotting dumpster food.The night is cold, and the air in the run-down house even colder. Rachel takes another step down the hall. She ... [+]
Sarah feels bricked up, even though she's riding her bike. She feels caged, because of where she's riding her bike: to a coffee shop to meet an ex she's not sure she wants to meet. He called her to tell her he's coming through town—their town, the town where they were together and where Sarah still lives, but from which Steve has moved on, to a bigger, better town, and presumably to a better girlfriend. They're at an age where the words "girlfriend" and "boyfriend" seem by turns awkwardly juvenile and invigoratingly whimsical. Sarah liked calling her most-immediately-ex boyfriend (not Steve) h