Slowly, as I'm able to breathe again, absolute clarity enters my consciousness. I've been stupid since the moment I walked outside and stepped into Fernandez's vehicle. My one thought has been that Moon will come for me. He'll save me. He'll kill Fernandez. The old me, the one before Moon dominated my life, would never think this way. Cori and I can't wait for my husband. To do that will get us killed. I need to kill Fernandez with my own two hands and feel the life drain from his body. As soon as this conclusion settles in my brain, a sense of calm rolls through me. I calmly stand and walk toward Fernandez, who's at the end of Cori's bed with his fat hanging jowls, dead animal eyes, and absent soul. He's ready to strike me and pulls his fist back. I rest my hand on the top of the cart alr
