Marcie

I stand on the front stoop of an apartment building I’ve seen once before trying to catch my racing breath. Ben texted me back right away and said he was free tonight. Maybe I should’ve expected that. Maybe I should’ve backed down when he asked to meet somewhere private because the explanation is kind of personal. Maybe I should’ve told Heather I was coming here instead of saying Dana had a late appointment open up.

But I’m so close I can taste it. A bright picture unfolds in my mind. I walk upstairs, and Ben-Ryan confesses, and he’s carted off to jail where he further confesses that I never...