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forms between her brows. I want
so much to be able to reach up and rub it away right now. And then Mr.
D’Salvatore’s words come crashing down on me. Anastasia is off-limits .
    The young woman finally nods as if she’s made a decision
about me, and she goes back to squinting while she pulls out slivers of glass.
My blood is dripping down into the small kitchen sink and running down the
drain. I should get stitches, but I can do that myself. In fact, I could be
taking the glass out myself. But the way her hand gently cradles mine and the feel
of her warmth by my side has me waiting for her to pull the glass out on her
own, painstakingly slowly.
    “You’re a criminal, aren’t you?” My hand jerks overtop of
hers and Anastasia looks up at me with a coy smile on her lips. Tom slams his
fist down on the countertop beside me and leans into my face with a hiss.
    “It’s too bad she’s wrong! Or is she, Jonah? Go on, tell her
about her father!” Over the years,  I’ve learned to keep Tom at bay while I’m
in the presence of others, but it’s hard to ignore a screaming banshee. All the
while that Tom is trying to distract me with talk of ripping off Anastasia
shirt, the woman before me is trying to ask me something.
    “Shut up!” I finally shout, pulling my hand away from
Anastasia and gripping my head with both my hands. Sometimes squeezing tightly
helps. I feel the blood from my knuckles dripping down the side of my face, and
hear it plopping onto the wooden floor as if it’s amplified. My eyes squeeze
shut as I try to draw in breaths slowly through my nose and let them out my
mouth.
    “Jonah?” It’s not Tom talking to me anymore. Anastasia is
standing by the entrance to the cabin with May pressed to the back of her legs.
The dog’s hairs are standing on end, and her eyes are glued to mine.
    “I’m sorry.” My voice comes out gruff and hoarse as if I’ve
been screaming for a long time. The blood on my knuckles has dried, and there
are tears streaking down my face. Tom’s retreated to a corner of the cabin with
his arms crossed over his chest, and he has one foot on the wall as he leans
against it. The situation is too much for me, and I manage to close my eyes
before the floor comes up to meet my face.
    It’s dark, and the air has become a little cooler. I feel
something furry next to me, and I’m lying on something soft. My toes wiggle
first as I realize that I’m no longer wearing shoes, and my right hand feels
unusually heavy. It’s my right eye that opens first to peer at the white
bandages on my hand. I look like the beginnings of a mummy in the faint light.
    “May,” I whisper when I roll over and see that it’s the
German Shepherd lying next to me. Her tail thumps uncontrollably on the bed as
I try to sit up. My left hand has a few scrapes on it, but nothing that won’t
heal in a few days. I reach over to the small lamp on my nightstand and flick
it on. The interior of the cabin is illuminated in the soft light, and there is
no sign of Anastasia. But Tom sits idly in one of the kitchen table chairs with
his chin on his fist.
    “It took you long enough. Man you’re a pussy!” The groan
that erupts from me has May whimpering. I know that Tom is not real. I’ve known
he isn’t real for the past three years, but the bastard still won’t go away. When
I look up to say something harsh to him, I see that there is a bottle sitting
on my kitchen counter.
    Ignoring Tom’s continuous insults, I manage to stand up with
a little help from May. My footfalls are unsteady and loud as I stumble to the
countertop and pick up the pill bottle. It’s the prescription from my bathroom,
and there’s a note underneath it. The bottle is full. I pick up the note, and I
have to read it three times for it to sink in.
    We need to talk. Tonight at seven if you’re feeling
better. Take your meds first. ~ Anastasia
    She’s signed her name in a flourish, and she’s forgotten to
cross the ‘t’. Before I can