Molly Carter had thought her night had tanked.
A pink condolence in her back pocket put her in a headspace she hadn't been in a while. Money was already tight; this setback squeezed the noose around her neck. She found herself shivering on a quiet park bench, wrestling the spidery feelings in her chest and the spinning dread of unemployment. It was better than being home, aimlessly avoiding the spirits in her freezer.
Little did she know that an unexpected encounter with a matted lump would flip all that on its head. Teeth and fingers drag her along the edges of reason and mortality as she tries to make it to the next moment.