June Egbert Novels & Stories

"June. She is the oldest. Thirty five. Lives in Miami. Works as a nurse." "That is a hard job." "Her mother died five years ago. Stroke. June was the one who found her." Liam sat across from me. "How do you know that?" "Charles kept detailed files. Not just addresses and photographs. He tracked their lives. Their jobs. Their losses. Their grief." "That is sick." "That is control." Anna came in. She wore one of Liam's old sweaters. Her hair was wet from the shower. "Who is next?" "Miami. June. Nurse."

“I’m glad that you’ve found your God, and I’m sure he’s great. But I’m about to fall over from exhaustion and die of starvation, so now isn’t a good time…” “Are you… Aislen Carter?” The woman looked uncertain. “Yeah,” Aislen replied warily. The woman wasn’t there to spread the word of her God. “What of it?” “I’m June Barnham,” the woman said stepping closer to the porch and putting her hand on the railing. “I don’t expect that you recognize the name. I remember you, though, a bit. You were only at school for a couple of months… You made an impression, however.”

The last time Iris spoke to June was that night at the club. Going to the club was June’s idea and she was the same person who got all their drinks for them. June left the Poconos right after then and neither Iris, Chelsea, nor Gianna ever saw her again. She refused to answer their calls after she told Chelsea that she was already on her way home almost six years ago. A few weeks later, she was unreachable. Iris refused to believe Chelsea and Gianna’s suspicions that June had anything to do with that night.