Risen To The Top

CHAPTER 117

Dr. Hoades sorted through the previous day’s mail in the shower of morning sunlight coming through their kitchen window. The coffee was strong this morning because he made it that way. Tori hadn’t come home last night and he was stewing about it. He heard the familiar footsteps of his wife coming down the stairs.

“You’re up early,” Rachel Hoades said. She grabbed a mug from the cupboard, pouring herself a cup of the dark brew.

“Um.” Dr. Hoades was engrossed in his sorting, trying to concentrate, hoping there weren’t another one of those disturbing letters. He didn’t want his wife to find it, if there was. Phone bill and gas bill to the right, a magazine to the left. Two catalogues in the front for his wife to grab. A couple of handwritten letters from someone unknown, both with hand-drawn smiley faces where the return address should be.

Oh fuck, another two.

“You have trouble sleeping last night?” she asked him.

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