The Sound of Broken Ribs(75)

So what was on the other side of the door if not Belinda? Who could be helping her?

Never mind that his mind knew that what was happening to the door was impossible, how it flexed like a bicep. Never mind that he was pissing down his leg like a scared puppy. Never mind the smell coming from under the door. The shadows pouring in as the door breathed.

“Let me in.”

“Fuck off!”

“Let me in.”

“Go to hell!”

“Dan?”

“What?”

“You don’t know what hell is. But I will show you the way.”

The door exploded inward, showering him in wood and hinges and eternity. Only then was Daniel Walsh formally introduced to Hell.

Hell was living forever with the knowledge that death was right around the corner yet knowing it would never come. Not so long as you were remembered. Not so long as you lived on in someone else’s memories.

And Belinda Walsh would never forget.

Never.