C50 Fading Echoes Of Contracted Love

I looked away from Griffon, pushed the door open, and got out of the car. Without stopping, without turning around, I walked

away.

The tires squealed, and Griffon left the garage at the same breakneck speed he’d driven here.

The moment the car pulled away, the screeching rubber ringing in my ears, I paused and looked back.

I wondered how he would react when he discovered I was about to d ie