“I never wanted this.”
Charlie’s blood ran cold, catching in his veins like sludge. He could feel sweat running down his face, but when raised his hand to wipe it off he was overpowered by a smell that made him gag. Pennies? His fingers were sticky, maybe he was smelling them? He wiped a hand down his front. Whatever it was clung to his sweater and collected the loose wool. What was on him? He di...
