Laurel Dunaway
Journal Entry
The first thoughts to properly stick were about the timing. Specifically, had it been enough? Could I get away with it? Could I be really and truly free? The second was the taste of bile rising in my throat. I could feel it. This is it. Finally, my life was really and truly about to begin again.
This is it.He’s going to die, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. This is where it ends. James would brush it off, if I were to tell him how truly terrifying this all felt. If I were to tell him— which I can’t—he would tell me I was overacting. But then, how could he know that? It’s hard to say until you get to the end, and we weren’t there yet.
This is where it endsIn my mind, it wasn’t an exaggeration. It was real. It’s always real. I picture his funeral. I i
