VALENTINE
I reached the third stage of grief instantly. Grief wouldn't be the word to use if Kerri succeeded. The idea was demented.
"Kerri," I began. "You do not have to do this. I understand that you are afraid to pay for your crimes. But what if I promised you that you don't have to pay? I give you my word, Kerri, just let me go and we will both walk out of this unscathed."
"Really?" Kerri scoffed.
Her tone hinted at sarcasm but I was desperate. This was a bargain and she held all the cards.
"Really," I nodded.
"But I am not doing this to escape any crimes," Kerri retorted. "I am doing this for Devin. I am doing this for me. You bitch."
Knowing there was no reasoning with Kerri, I proceeded to take matters into my own hands. The rope she bound me with must have been rinsed repe
