I got up from the sofa and headed to the bathroom to clean myself up. I stood in the hot shower for a long time contemplating my plan and all of its possible outcomes. After drying off, I stood in front of the steamed-up mirror and wiped it clean, and looked at my reflection. I narrowed my eyes, my nostrils flared, I braced myself up and psyched myself up.
I rehearsed the plan in my head again. There was only one chance for the strategy to succeed, and no mistakes could be made. Any misstep would draw the police’s attention to me and I would be implicated.
I changed into a fresh set of clothes and was ready to go, ready to exact revenge and make that ruthless Sharon pay for what she had done.
The following days I avoided visiting Jezelle at the hospital. I had to remain focused and not
