Amy opened her bedroom window and climbed out, pulling the bag out behind her.
It would be better this way. Maybe, after weeks or months, she could stop worrying, stop waiting for the other shoe to drop, for everything to fall apart in the worst way. She’d already had to face finding out about Marquis. She’d taken a life. She’d broken one of her cardinal rules.
Um… didn’t the other shoe just drop, really?
Or do you mean more specifically about the family?
She wasn’t sure she could take any more.
She just had to get away.
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