The skin peeled away like the vein of a tough cut of meat. A strong hold was needed to actually move the skin back and down. Blood speckled across the flesh. Pooling, it began to rise up, fill the crevasse, and spread out. Chunks of skin just tossed to the side. Carmella was focused on…
According to Penny’s father not only was she not doing well, she was doing awful. According to him Penny hadn’t left her bedroom in three weeks. The fact that he left for work before four in the morning and returned around one in the afternoon had no bearing on the situation. Penny argued it was all horseshit. She couldn’t quite remember all of the last three weeks, but Penny had a terrible sense of time. She knew she had stayed in this weekend. The week had been exhausting. So many social gatherings and events – sometimes it was just too much for Penny.