Cecilia

What just happened?

What have I done?

Have I traded one hell for another?

I stared out the window as a man I didn’t know, one I knew was capable of murder without a blink of his eye, drove north away from Boston and away from New York. Some news station came through the speakers. I waited to hear a bulletin, something about me. Instead, they dragged on about oil prices and pending scandals.

It wasn’t long until we passed the state line. ...