At first I felt bad about the whole thing. Like I was crazy. Really, I was. And, I was raised in the Church, so I had a lot of guilt until Richard saw me the way I saw him.
As the days passed, visiting Richard became more and more normal. Hearing him. Smelling cigarettes, earthy cologne. Then one day he took a call that ended with, "All right already, Mark, I get it. I'm on my way."
He strode inside. I peeked. The glass door bounced against the jamb, stayed open. He didn't notice it, took his keys, and left.
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The Delilah 100
Mystery / ThrillerWhat would you do if you loved a killer? What would it take for you to get to a place of acceptance? You're meeting Richard week by week, but first, meet his Muse. Explore our ill-fated heroine in The Delilah 100: 100 words, 100 stories, 100 days. A...
