Hailey
I sit up, gasping for air. I’d been dreaming about the baby. I sit there, trying to catch my breath, while replaying the dream in my mind, and suddenly it hits me about Tyler"s plan. I throw a robe over my tank top and workout pants, slip into a pair of boots, and race out of bed. I hurry down the stairs and out the front door, and then I trek across the yard to Kenneth"s house. Whatever it takes to quell my husband"s homicidal fantasies. I want this situation gone as much as anyone, but what I don’t want is Tyler in prison, or worse.
Last night, I considered emailing Rose and giving it one last-ditch effort. But I decided against it. I doubt she"s going to give me anything else, and besides, I was too exhausted by the time we got home.
That makes this option all the more importa
