Cypress, Like the TreeBy Yolanda Renée
I boarded the bus and relief surged through me. Finally, with the decision made, the horror was over. It wasn’t the way I’d intended to travel, but things came to a head way too soon, and a bus ticket was all I could afford. I settled near the back and hoped a sweet older woman would sit beside me. Instead, two policemen boarded. After looking over all the passengers, they made their way to my seat.
“Mrs. Allan? Mrs. William Allan?” one officer said.
I sat up. “Yes,” I muttered. “I’m Mrs. Allan.”
“Please come with us, ma’am,” the man said and motioned for me to stand.
“Why? What’s this about?”
The men let me enter the aisle. Then one of them grabbed my arms and brutally handcuffed me.
“Mrs. Allan, you’re under arrest for the murder of your husb
