IT WAS JUST AFTER THREE a.m. by the time I made it home. I left a message for Sal, letting him know that I was fine and would call him later in the day. Afterward, I ate a piece of bread and peanut butter, and then crashed from exhaustion. When my alarm went off at eleven a.m., it took everything I had to drag myself out of bed and into the shower. But, I’d made a decision before falling asleep, and was determined to follow through with it. Sometime today I planned on turning myself into the police for the murder of Justin’s father, Slammer. If I didn’t, I knew I could never live with myself.
When I was finished with my shower, I slipped on the black dress that I’d worn to my son’s funeral, and put my hair up into a bun. As I was searching for my black pumps, I heard my cell phone go off.
