Cross My Heart

Rachael   Roman follows me into the driveway.   Neither of us says anything when I kill the engine.   The station is only a few minutes away, but it feels like we crossed something bigger than distance getting here.   I grab my bag and the folder beneath it without thinking. Paper scrapes my knuckles on the way […]

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Rachael Rachael  The address didn’t match the motel.  Different part of town. Quieter. Buildings were set back farther from the road. No steady foot traffic, no open doors, no one drifting between units at all hours. It looked cleaner.  At a glance.  Roman pulled into the lot and cut the engine.  Two stories. Beige siding.