The Smell of a Hard Shift
I mopped up the coffee with shaking hands and told myself I was only going to check on it. But I had already decided.
That was the poison of it.
I had already decided, and everything I saw after that, I saw through the lens of a verdict I’d reached before I had a single fact.
Chapter 4 — 7:25 to 7:40
That night, the suspicion took root and grew.
I watched from the window as Bethany parked at 7:25.