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I followed her to the car park behind the grocery store and we headed down the coast toward my cottage, singing to the same old songs we grew up on.
“This place hasn’t changed at all,” she said, as she looked at the cottage from her windscreen.
“Come on,” I said, leading her to the door. I put the groceries down and started to pour chips into a bowl. Grabbing a bottle of wine, I put two glasses down on the table followed by the bowl of chips. Amity was looking around the cottage, as if she was waiting for someone to jump out.
“So,” I said after a good few moments of silence. “What’s been happening in your world?”
“I don’t know if you know but I was married a few years ago,” she said, taking a sip of the wine.
“Oh you were? Congratulations, I had no idea.”
She smiled, but there was a pain behind it. I had a bad feeling this wasn’t going to end up being a happy ending.
“Did you ever think about leaving Sean for Killian?”
I was surprised by the change of topic and the mention of Killian.
“Uh, no,” I said. “I didn’t think about leaving Sean for Killian. Kill and I were done by that point.”
“But you still love him, right?” she asked, still standing up.
“I’ll always love him but I’m not in love with him.”
Liar, liar, my brain screamed out.
“You know what we’re missing,” I got up from the table. “Dip. I know I have some here somewhere.”
I opened the bag from the grocery store and pulled out the tub of French Onion dip. I dropped the plastic lid on the kitchen floor and bent to pick it up.
“My husband died because of the O’Farrell’s,” Amity said, her voice deeper, more menacing. That’s when I realized why she was asking about Killian.
She was the widow who was angry at Killian.
She wanted to hurt him.
I dropped the dip, the creamy contents spilling all over the floor. Turning around, I saw her standing there, a gun in her hand, trained on me.
My fear was in my throat as I tried to back up.
“Why?” was all I could manage out.
“He loves you,” she said, coldly. “I’ve seen what he would do for you, and honestly, I want him to hurt. It sucks that it has to be you, but Sloane, I think you know what it feels like to hate the O’Farrell’s.”
She was wrong.
I never hated them.
“You’re going to kill me?”
Amity shrugged her shoulders as if my life were already forfeit. Tears began to well in my eyes as I thought of never having kids, never being able to tell Killian that I hated that I still loved him.
“I hope it doesn’t come to that, and knowing Killian, he may well do whatever I ask for you. That way he can pay with his life, and not yours. For now, I need to take you away from here. Be a good girl and get in the car.”
I backed up, trying to reach for my bag but Amity shot at my hand. It didn’t hit me, but I felt the heat from the shot as my bag fell to the ground.
“Not a fucking chance,” she said. “Get in the fucking car, Sloane.”
I quickly moved to the car, hoping like hell one of my neighbors would see but I knew instantly they wouldn’t. The only neighbors we had around here were holidayers. These cottages stayed empty during the winter.
