Page 30 of Molt

Silence.

Interesting.

I walk into the living room. “August?”

His voice comes through the door. “Because mine is loose.”

My stomach drops.

I stop. “What?”

“Upper left molar.”

My tongue finds the empty space in my mouth. Upper left.

I close my eyes.

Shit.

“Open the door.”

“No.”

“Lenora.”

“Tell me what’s happening.”

“I will.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’ll tell you what I can.”

“No. You’re going to tell me everything.”

Silence.

“Then I’m not opening it.”

I hear him exhale. “Fine.”

“Fine?”

“Fine.”

I wait. “Start talking.”

“Through the door?”

“Seems safest.”

“Probably.”

I hate him.

I think.

“What is happening to me?”