Everybody was so quick to tell me how awful Richard was. You'll see one day, they promised. You'll see.
But even in our last moments, he was gentle. I don't— I don't want to talk about it. There's one time I'll tell you about, though. In that last few weeks, we drove up to Lake Erie. We bought a big raft and waited until it was dark, and then we waded out into the chilled, gritty water of the lake, Richard grumbling about the debris, the dead fish he claimed were everywhere, the this, the that—but he still did it.
YOU ARE READING
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...
