Renee 

I had cried, shed tears for the raccoons that died because of me, and at the same time, there was this inkling that nudged at my thoughts— That the cake was poisoned and if I had consumed it, I would have died. 

Damn!

Just how far were they willing to go in taking me down?

The apple that I ate had turned sour in my mouth, as I stood at the dock, the surface of the water mirroring my reflection and the breeze whipped some hair to the side while I sucked in a deep breath in a bid to calm the storm raging inside of me.  While it...