Meet me
behind the tree, his note said. Be there at four, written in blue.
I put on the
yellow sundress as he requested, stuff my purse with the amount I owe just in
case things don’t go according to plan.
When I pull
up, he’s standing there looking out at the peaceful lake beyond like it’s an
ordinary day where ordinary things happen.
I wish,
again, that I had a gun, but take a deep breath and focus on the weight of the
knife in my pocket knowing it will be him or me, hoping it’s him.
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Lillie