Chapter 4
Redemption
She had dreamed of him standing there in the doorway of her motel room. She had dreamed he would show up out of nowhere, unexpected and unannounced, to knock on her door and wait until she’d seen him through that tiny spy hole in the door before she opened the door.
Her shock had been too great. She’d opened the door without thinking and without knowing what she would do or say to him. All she knew was that somehow he had found her like he had promised.
Like he had promised.
Like he had promised. She had opened the door because seeing him through that peephole had been the same as viewing him through the wrong end of a telescope. Like a magician sweeping back his cloak of illusion for the great reveal. Through the peephole, his image had been too smal
