Why Her Lawyer Went Pale In A Motel Parking Lot

a second. It was the only crack I needed.

I turned and walked back to my car. My keys were useless now, but I had something better, something she didn’t know about yet.

And by the time I was done, Diana would wish she’d never touched a single cup in my kitchen.

Two Years Earlier

Two years earlier, almost to the day, I sat at the edge of our front porch continue reading …