Afterwards, Noah fell asleep fairly quickly. I sat up in bed once I heard him snore. Usually I had no problems sleeping after s*x. But I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t because of Noah’s snoring either. His snoring was actually comforting. Instead, I thought of the events involving the shooting.
I repeated the images in my mind: the gunshots, the blood, and the car I heard speeding away. I should have turned to look at the car. Why did it happen? I remembered moving my chair back shortly before the gunshots. Was I the target?
I tried to think of where the shooter could have been and pulled my iPad from the nightstand. I pulled up maps of the coffee shop. I then read the news reports about the incident. The news reported that .40 shell casings were found.
I got up from the bed, and went over t
