Still in golf shorts and polo shirt, Julius let me into his office six hours later and actually had to help me into a seat because the very moment his eyes met mine, I burst into tears.
"I don't know how I got here," I said, almost laughing, the laughter and words and tears all horribly wet, wet like spilled blood, wet like the grass.
"I don't know either. What happened?" He knelt down with a quiet grunt of discomfort, then very gently took my hand. "Did Richard do something?"
I trembled. "He asked me to marry him."
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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...
