She thought about that for a minute, or not even a minute, because really, what choice did she have? Brian was here, he knew where she worked and who knows how much else about her, and she was hurt and tired. She needed a shower, a glass of wine, a bed with soft, warm sheets – and time to really reflect and think. Weigh her options, consider all scenarios, play some mental games of chess as she predicted events a good eight moves in advance. She had to decide her next step – because whatever she did now, it was going to set things in motion one way or another, like dominoes falling.
She didn’t want the last domino to fall to be her death at the hands of her brutal, sick ex.
Another ‘capital d Decision’ to be made.
“Silver?”
“Yeah?”
“Please take me to a hotel for the night. I’ll – I’l
