That was all they had talked about it, and Alice had not returned to Harry’s bed, even though Harry, in the moments between sleep and wakefulness, found himself replaying the memories of Alice’s naked body, the way she had controlled him, her voice in his ear. Those images fought with the constant image of Grace, dead on the hallway floor, one side of her face collapsed and ruined, the other looking just like she’d looked in real life. And he’d begun to obsess over every moment they had spent together, every word they had said during the short time they had known one another. What he kept coming back to was that Grace had come to Maine for one reason; she had come because she believed that Alice was responsible for his father’s death. She’d been convinced of it. And now she was dead, and Harry couldn’t help but think that it meant she’d been right.

The days and nights following Grace’s death seemed interminable as Harry waited to hear about an arrest. He tried to talk more to Alice about Annie and Lou Callahan, but all she would say was that she was sure they were involved, and that she didn’t want to talk about it. He also badgered Detective Dixon into repeated meetings; he felt better talking, again and again, about the events that had transpired over the last few days. And it was after one of those fruitless conversations that he’d met Grace’s sister at the police station. Caitlin looked so much like Grace that when he first saw her he thought he’d seen a ghost. Her hair was a little different, as was the way she held her body, but her mouth, her eyes, they were Grace’s eyes, and Harry, knowing it was insane, felt as though she was in Maine just so he could have a second chance, that she was there for him.

Harry, in his hospital bed, the lights now dim and the room empty, tried to focus on the man he’d seen outside of Caitlin’s motel, but the focus kept slipping away from him, like two magnets that repel one another. Every time he felt like he could see the man hiding in the dark, the image would push itself away. All that remained was the terrible fear he’d felt. Someone was watching Caitlin. She needed to leave Maine.