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MEGAN
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THURSDAY, JUNE 20, 2013
EVENING
I’m sitting on the sofa in his living room, a glass of wine in my hand.
The house is still a total mess. I wonder, does he always live like this,
like a teenage boy? And I think about how he lost his family when he
was a teenager, so maybe he does. I feel sad for him. He comes in from
the kitchen and sits at my side, comfortably close. If I could, I would
come here every day, just for an hour or two. I’d just sit here and drink
wine, feel his hand brush against mine.
But I can’t. There’s a point to this, and he wants me to get to it.
“OK, Megan,” he says. “Do you feel ready now? To finish what you
were telling me before?”
I lean back a little against him, against his warm body. He lets me. I
close my eyes, and it doesn’t take me long to get back there, back to the
bathroom. It’s weird, because I’ve spent so long trying not to think about
it, about those days, those nights, but now I can close my eyes and it’s
almost instant, like falling asleep, right into the middle of a dream.
It was dark and very cold. I wasn’t in the bath any longer. “I don’t
know exactly what happened. I remember waking up, I remember
knowing that something was wrong, and then the next thing I know Mac
was home. He was calling for me. I could hear him downstairs, shouting
my name, but I couldn’t move. I was sitting on the floor in the bathroom,
she was in my arms. The rain was hammering down, the beams in the
roof creaking. I was so cold. Mac came up the stairs, still calling out to
me. He came to the doorway and turned on the light.” I can feel it now,
the light searing my retinas, everything stark and white, horrifying.
“I remember screaming at him to turn the light off. I didn’t want to
see, I didn’t want to look at her like that. I don’t know—I don’t know
what happened then. He was shouting at me, he was screaming in my