ADVERTISEMENT
cameras.
Our eyes met briefly.
He looked away first.
I felt nothing.
Not anger.
Not satisfaction.
Not even sadness anymore.
Just completion.
Chapter closed.
Nicholas drove me home.
We rode in silence, comfortable and complete.
As we pulled into my driveway, he extended his hand.
“You did good, Francis. Real good.”
“We did,” I corrected. “Thank you.”
Inside my house,continue reading …
ADVERTISEMENT