Zona

…Mary Jane lived out her days quietly, but she would often sit at the window in the still of the night, staring into the darkness. Some nights, when the wind howled just right, she could almost hear the whisper of Zonas voice, just beyond the reach of hearing, watching, waiting. And in the silence of the night, the weight of the past never quite left. Hi al…

…Zonas Gesicht war blau, immer noch in Kontakt mit dem Rauch, das sich einstellen sollte. Aber es war der Nacken, der alle Aufmerksamkeit bekam. Dort, in der leckeren Haut, waren Schmerzen. Fingermerzen, tief und unmissbrauchbar, wie ein krüller Erinnerung. Und als das Körper mehr genauer beobachtet wurde, wurde die Wahrheit unvergesslich. Zona hatte gesträn…

…And you're sure it wasn't grief playing tricks on you? The mind can do strange things in mourning. But Mary Janes' conviction didn't waver. Exhume her. You'll see the truth. It had been weeks since Zonas death, ruled by natural passing by the doctors. But Mary Jane had never believed it. She had been there, seeing the way Zonas neck had been wrapped so tigh…