Nicole Young - Kill Me If You Can

Now all I cared about was getting away from here . . . away from the days of mourning that lay ahead. Sam could have her place next to Brad’s coffin. She was his sister. His blood. And who was I? Not a wife. Not even a fiancée. Just a friend.

I didn’t want to be here when my loss would become reality. Then, Cupid’s Creek, my woods, my living room, all would become reminders. Reminders of this moment. This nightmare.

But if I went to Del Gloria . . . I could forget. There were no markers to jog my memory. Only strangers and strange surroundings. No Brad. No death. No grief in my wretched heart.

Fingers sticky with blood, I reached in my pocket and pulled out the note Brad had given me.

Denton Braddock, he’d written. A mentor. A quiet, obscure life for me. I half-smiled, recalling the anger I’d felt when Brad first told me about this Denton guy. But now—

The pain in my arm flared. Ahead was Brad’s SUV. The door hung open and the keys were still in the ignition, as if he’d just stepped out for a moment.

I got behind the wheel, and hesitated. My driver’s license. My cell phone. My checkbook. I should get them.

My foot flinched, ready to make a move.

No.

Ties to the past. Ties to my sorrow. That’s all those things were. I didn’t want them along. The debit card still in my back pocket from last night’s fill-up was all I’d take with me.

A slam of the door. A turn of the key. The engine rumbled and I pulled ahead, past the array of emergency vehicles.

In a minute I was at the end of the driveway. Then at US-2.

I turned west. Toward Del Gloria.

With a glance at the speedometer, I set the cruise. The melodic sound of the wheels on blacktop seemed to lessen the pain in my arm. Scenery whooshed past. A soothing calm gushed through my mind. I relaxed against the leather and let all thoughts drain away.

A few more miles, and my time with Brad would be just a dream.

Thank you to Vern Annelin for his arson expertise and great stories from his years as a rescue worker.

Thanks to Ray and Kathy Young for their help with EMT details in the final scene.

Thanks to Vicki, Barb, and Kristin for their patience and inspiration during the editing process.

Nicole Youngresides in Garden, Michigan, with her children, cats, and tiny Yorkie. Home renovation is a way of life for the author whose first project was converting a Victorian in lower Michigan into a thriving bed & breakfast. She returned to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula in 2001, where she owns and upkeeps vacation rental homes. Nicole plays fiddle and sings with two local bands and enjoys horseback riding on the beautiful Garden Peninsula.