Fatal Decisions

She looked at him. “No. No, Rick. It was an accident.”

“No,” he said, pulling away from her. “It wasn’t! I lied.”


“Because!” he yelled. “Because I knew you were leaving me!”

“What?!” She stared at him. “Rick, where did you get that idea?”

“Oh, come on, Theresa!” he shouted, anger tainting his grief. “What else could it have been? You’ve been so damned secretive, lately. Anytime I wanted to get together, you always had ‘an appointment’.”

“Yes, but…”

“But what? ‘It was nothing’? Is that what you were going to say?” He grabbed her by the shoulders. “I followed you!


“I know you were with that guy you’ve been seeing, whoever he is. The young guy with the nice house. So, when you asked to get together that night, I knew why.” He glared at her. “So, I disabled your airbag, and, once we hit the freeway, I swerved into the oncoming traffic.”

“You did what?!” she said, disbelief in her eyes.

“You were leaving me, so I decided you would do it on my terms.”

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