From the Bookshelf of Book Riot's Read Harder Challenge…

I can feel them. Scurrying in circles around me, smaller and smaller circles like rats around a crust of bread or a piece of cheese. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the right moment. The moment when I slip up, when I make a mistake, when I get careless.

I can feel them. Scurrying in circles around me, smaller and smaller circles like rats around a crust of bread or a piece of cheese. Waiting, waiting, waiting for the right moment. The moment when I slip up, when I make a mistake, when I get careless.

She lingers a few seconds more, then unwillingly leaves the bed, heads for the bathroom and steps into the shower. She stands under the hot spray for a long time, wondering how she came to be here, why all her choices have led to this exact circumstance, leaving the married man in her bed in the middle of the night to rush to where a child lies dead.

“How can I fix this?” he screams, hurling something at Saenz’s feet. Saenz flinches as it lands on the vinyl matting with a wet, slapping sound. “You tell me, Father, how do I fix this?”