Molly
There is no stepping back.
I control what happens next.
Sure... my words sound good but do I mean them?
I should shoot that narcissistic ass right now and rid ourselves of treachery.
Drama escalates. Peter hovers, convinced I'll shoot his nephew. My grinding jaw and shaking hands must scare them.
I scare me.
Anger spins fear, distrust. I've not been wise with my temper.
All I have to do is lower my gun.
Peter throws money at everyone. All paid people placed in their proper slots. No one questions or interferes.
We are so close to walking away... Do I need to be a murderer?
Georgiy's beady eyes scan the barn and return to mine and my trembling gun aimed at his head. I have to admire his nerve.
You are not worth it, I say and lower my arms and give the gun to Peter. Keep me from killing him please.
I brush my lips across Peter's neck and whisper in his ear. I have to get out of here, get some air. Love you.
Outside in what I used to call the court yard- the green space between the barns and house- I exhale. Helen's vet truck is gone and there's no sight of my Ex, his wife or child.
I laugh.
Peter and I must have scared them enough to leave.
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