So, I went to Chicago. On the way there, I called Richard and told him I wouldn't be coming home, just like he'd told me more than once. But it was reversed: usually he'd lie that he was going to Julius, and that day I didn't bother extending him the courtesy of the truth. I told him I needed time to myself, and then I called my therapist-father and said, "Please, can I see you today?"
"Of course. Is everything okay?"
My eyes teared at the question. "I don't know," I said. "Please," I said.
"Okay," Julius said.
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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...
