Cecilia

My heart sank as he hit the disconnect button, dropped the phone to the gravel, and stomped on it. The phone shattered, crunching beneath the heel of his shoe. From the trunk’s light, I saw the blood splatter on his jeans and shoes. It was enough of a reminder that no matter what kindness he’d just shown me, this man was a killer.

Crouching down, he gathered the broken plastic and walking beyond the gravel and line of grass, threw the remains of the phone down into ...