Laurie shuddered and curled tighter into my arms as I stepped over the threshold, and I didn't blame him. Two corpses, blood everywhere…it was all in a day's work for me, but he'd had more than enough for a whole slew of days.
And he'd killed someone. I was sure he'd never done that before. It probably hadn't even sunk in yet, and when it did, when the adrenaline high wore off, he was going to collapse like a house of cards.
I kicked the door shut behind me and carried him through another door into the cabin's one bedroom, shutting that one too to keep out the frigid air pouring through the front room's broken window.
A bathroom opened off the bedroom, and I finally set him down next to the shower, leaning him up against the wall.
Letting go of him felt fucking wrong, but he wasn't holding on to me, and I didn't have an excuse.
The small, old-fashioned bathroom had barely enough room to turn around between the toilet, sink, and shower stall.
