TRISHA'S POV
Morning came faster than I had expected. I spent the day thinking of how to get rid of Rubby without having to stain my hands, but the more I thought about it, the more I came to understand that the only way to completely get rid of her was to kill her. At least that way, Nolan will turn to me for comfort and I would then treat him as I want.
Just as I was about to step into the bathroom, my phone buzzed: a text from Nolan. "I'm sorry for yesterday, didn't mean to react the way I did. I miss you."
I scoffed at the message before heading to the bathroom. Minutes later, I was on the way to the restaurant looking like a gangster, wearing black pants, a black hoodie and a black cap.
Finding a secluded spot, I sat down and waited.
I tapped my nails against the table, my patie
