By the time the lady in the food truck is handing me my food, I’m ravenous and shaking with the need to sink my teeth into something of substance. Grease sizzles on our fries as we shove them into our impatient mouths, forcing us to suck in air as they singe our tongues. And by the time we find an empty bench, my fries have already been devoured, and I’ve taken several delicious bites of my sandwich. Daya’s even further done than I am—probably because the wench has been relying on me to find the spot to sit. Finally, I sit down and shove the sandwich in my mouth, not caring about the juices dribbling down my chin. In the back of my mind, I wonder if Zade is here. Watching me like he usually does. Would he be disgusted by my lack of manners? I fucking hope so. Then again, the prick would say something about how he likes me dirty, and then I’d want to vomit in his face. Liar. Just as we finish our food, the haunted houses come to life, the lights switching on and signaling that it’s time for guests to get in line. Daya and I rush over to Annies Playhouse first, nabbing a spot pretty close to the front. We’re leaning against the rails when an icy feeling tingles at the base of my neck, traveling down my spine. It feels like holes are being drilled into my back. “Addie?” a voice calls from behind me along with a soft tap on my shoulder, just as I’m getting ready to turn around. My eyes widen, and I whip around, coming face to face with Mark. Oh, fuck me. “Mark!” I exclaim in surprise, forcing a smile onto my face. I’ve never been very good at acting, especially when I have to pretend to be glad to see a pedophile standing behind me. Make that four pedophiles. With him is Claire, and three other elderly men. I vaguely recognize them, and assume they’re politicians of some caliber as well. “What are the odds? I didn’t know you came here,” Mark says, his eyes consistently straying to Daya. “Who’s your friend?” Daya smiles, though she doesn’t even try to make hers seem genuine. “Daya,” she answers for me. Sensing her indifference, Mark flashes a tight smile. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you. Addie, these are my colleagues. Jack, Robert, and Miller.” We exchange pleasantries, all the while inching up in the line.