Melinda:
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And then I see her.
Standing alone in the road, the rain falling around her, as if the gods themselves had placed her there for me.
My hands grip the steering wheel of the latest car my father bought me, no registration.
So no trace.
I press my foot down.
The speed is merciless. She doesn’t even see me coming, blind fool.
It makes the impact sickening.
For one glorious, horrifying moment, I know the gods heard my prayers.
Angela is gone.
But I don’t stop.
I drive to the bridge, driving the car over the edge, and letting it sink into the black water below.
Then I dive, swimming out before the unforgiving river drags me under.
I come up for air, and the river swallows the sound of my breathing.
Heavy rain still hits the surface of the river; my hands tremble as I
