Page 77 of Wildfire

“You’re the Rugged and Roam woman, aren’t you?” I ask as if she will answer me through her machine.

Another ping of my phone and I hang up to check the instagram message.

A picture of my house, the long shadow of a person stretched into the picture. In her hand was a very clear outline of a baseball bat.

I thought I’d swing by and say hi to your dad

“She’s a fucking psycho,” I mutter, and Millie whips her head my way.

I punch the gas and go to the only place I know.

The only place I trust right now.