And as I cleared my groggy eyes and sat upright in bed, I got focused on the source of the sound.
The money I'd given Lester had been returned to us. And it was laying on top of us. A blanket of hundred dollar bills scattered about like fallen leaves.
"June, wake up." And then she did. And both our hearts nearly stopped.
"What the hell is this?" She asked, unclear, unfocused; earnestly confused about what this nightmare image meant.
"I think this is the cash I gave Lester to relocate. I think he returned it to us."
Her mother's instincts kicking in very suddenly, she lept from the bed calling for Juliet to find Juliet fine, still asleep in her bed. "What, what is it?" She said to her now hysterical mom.
"Nothing, it's nothing. Just a bad dream," she said, not wanting to alarm her.
Back in our bedroom, we asked ourselves how the hell he got in our house. Had the locks not been changed since his mother moved out, did he still have the keys?
We called the locksmith and had a very long discussion about what we had to do next.
are there any updates since the May 19th?
ReplyDeleteI've been in the hospital recovering from a surgery that was required after all was said and done between Lester and I last month-- so yes there are updates -- but I haven't been able to write much now that the surgeries have begun....
ReplyDeleteIt's now September...we'd like an update!!!
ReplyDeleteI've been following from the beginning. you're overdue for another installment. get those creative-thriller juices flowing!
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