Chapter 13: Freedom

Braylon's body was found a day later by a drunk customer stumbling out of the bar. I got a call from the police department letting me know that he was dead and that I didn't have to worry about him coming after me anymore.

"Dead? How did he die?" I asked, trying to sound concerned.

"From what the medical examiner told us, he was killed by blunt force trauma to the back of his head."

I didn't say anything for a minute, acting like this news took me by surprise.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" He asked.

"Um, yea, I'm okay. Who would want to do that?"

"I don't know, but we will find out," the Detective assured me.

I didn't say a word. I knew for a fact he wouldn't. You see, we were very careful. We had our hair covered and wore new gloves, shirts, pants, and shoes. We had bought these new outfits right after we had found out about each other. There was no way we'd be found out.

Weeks went by. My children and I finally returned to life as usual. Ethan made all-star, Emma joined the archery team, and I started writing again. I even started writing a book about what had happened to me. Of course, I left out any incriminating details. I’m not stupid. I even picked back up on my old routine of meeting up with my insanely handsome boy-toy Marcus. Come on, do you blame me? I think not. Besides, I have come to the conclusion that I am better off not being in a relationship. It’s just too much of a headache. On top of that, I just don’t want to kill anyone again. You can only get lucky so many times before you get caught.

There was one person I had forgotten in this mess: my ex-husband Kirt. I got a call from my lawyer late one afternoon. He started telling me that Kirt might actually win his acquittal, stating that Braylon was just trying to get him out of the way so he could be with me. All I could do was sit and wait until he called me back or Kirt found out where I lived and showed up one day on my front porch.