Gina
I do my best to pull myself together. Joel would want me to be rational and sensible. But there is no peace. I can find no logic, and certainly no peace or justice in any of this. In fact, things just keep getting worse.
I have three dead bodies on my hands, and I’m going to need an explanation for how this happened. My first thought is to run, but I know I won’t get far. And even if I did, I’d always be running.
So, I do the only thing I can do. I sit on the front porch steps sipping a glass of iced tea. I know I have to come up with a plan, and fast, and as I sit with the dogs at my feet, one begins to take shape in my mind.
I pick up Joel’s pistol and take it into the house. I grab a dishtowel and wipe the blood and the prints off. Then I cover the trigger with the dishtowel an
