My hand was still shaking when I dropped the note.
I didn’t mean to. It just slipped. Like my fingers forgot how to hold things. The tiny piece of paper dropped on the floor beside the bullet
For a full ten seconds, I just stood there, holding my breath like if I inhaled the wrong way, something bad would explode around me.
My heart was doing that weird stop-start thing again.
My hands were cold.
My legs… yeah, they weren’t doing great either.
“This… this is insane,” I whispered, voice barely there. “This is seriously God this is too much.”
I didn’t even know who I was talking to. Myself, maybe. The empty parking lot. The universe that clearly had it out for me.
I stepped away from the car, not trusting anything around it. Like maybe touching the door
