No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

I was definitely watching her, but for some reason, as I kept looking, she started to blur in front of my eyes.

Shaking my head, just as I was about to say something, Shirley chimed in, "It's not his wife having a dream; he said he wants to see you."

"What?" I hadn't even finished my question when Shirley became completely indistinct.

Next thing I knew, I felt someone lifting me, Shirley's voice whispering, "You need to rest for a bit."

Why should I sleep?

A voice inside me wondered, but my mouth wouldn't open.

I felt myself being helped up, but I couldn't open my eyes or speak.

I was put into a car, but as for where we were headed, I had no idea. All I knew was someone gave me water, and that's when I could finally open my eyes.

The first thing I saw was a tall, unfamiliar man, and yet, I recognized him. He was Mr. Clark's bodyguard.

Everything clicked when I remembered what Shirley had said just before I lost consciousness.

I shifted a bit and asked the man in front of me, "Where's Mr. Clark?"

he ignored me, turning

around, the place seemed to be an old auto repair shop, given the piles of

me. It wasn't hard to figure out; he probably didn't want me to know something

started racing. I'm only human;

was here and even bothered to wake me with water, Lord himself might show up soon. Sure enough,

where I was held

in, today of all days dressed in all white, looking like he

we meet again," Lord said with

Clark, this isn't

it so much? Hmm?" He stood before me as the bodyguard brought over a

would I bother with you?"

out.

His indifference was astounding.

'it doesn't matter'? Are you admitting to murder?"

me. He tampered with the brakes," Lord confessed with unsettling ease, as if the lives he

would you do that?"

reason, really. Just a whim, you know

could I