If she just said yes, all of this would be gone and life would go back to normal. No more man in the lake, no more craziness in the fish tank. She would go back to the morgue, enjoy her afternoon coffees, practice yoga at the Y on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and watch medical dramas on television until she fell asleep. And maybe one of those Fridays, she’d take Mack up on his standing dinner and a movie invitation.
She stared at the window pain, watching the droplets gather, merge, and fall. Gather. Merge. And fall. She thought maybe that normal life would be the best thing in the world.
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