Sheena was an undeniably beautiful girl. She was an art major and had true a skill in painting. She’d even turned her face into a work of art. Sheena’s eyeliner was done like a pin-up girl’s from the forties and it made her baby blues really pop.
They weren’t really blue anymore though. They were more of a cloudy white as they stared back up at Evie. They were still pretty. Pretty and unblinking.
Evie knew she should try calling the police, but wasn’t sure how she would explain what had happened, even if she could reach the authorities. She ran through the events of the morning and the night before. Every action, every word the two girls had spoken replayed in her mind. Somehow she would make sense of it all. Evie needed to reconcile all that had taken place and understand how she had managed to kill her own best friend.
T. MICHELLE NELSON