Killing Me Softly (#Wattys2016)

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When Sondra finally turned her phone back on, Kevin had left her three frantic messages, two begging her to tell him where she was going and a third saying he was contacting the police. Sondra briefly considered calling him, but decided to take her chances and wing it to St. Louis. She called Cicely in the cab on her way to the airport to tell her what was going on. Cicely tried to talk her out of it, telling her to let the police handle it. Sondra pretended like the call dropped and hung up. She wouldn't let it go. She couldn't.

Her flight was delayed while they waited for a vicious summer storm to pass. Sondra's colossal lust for a cigarette almost drove her to light up in the bathroom. It wasn't worth it, of course, so instead, she chewed on the ice from the countless cups of ginger ale she'd sucked down while they waited. Drumming her fingers against the armrest, Sondra hoped it wouldn't be too much longer before they could leave. The shivers were back and Sondra knew if she didn't get to Phillip now, she might not ever find out what happened to Tracy.