She watched as the dirt kicked up in a cloud. When it cleared, she couldn’t see him anymore. She stayed until she couldn’t hear him anymore.
Staying.
Not chasing.
Not stopping him.
She knew she could bring him back. She was more than capable, and yet her feet refused to move. It felt like the little arms that had encircled her neck still clung there.
Was it my Anna? Was her name just a coincidence?
Eve hated that she had these questions, and that the only man she wanted to talk to about them was David. Have I just forsaken Beckett?
Roots continued to form. Her murderous hands remembered how satisfying clicking the seatbelt around Emily’s small body had been. It sounded just like releasing the safety on a gun. Could motherhood be even a tiny possibility?
Her inaction chose her future.

Autore: Debra Anastasia