I awoke in the cell, hoping, knowing Tim would come for me. He loved me. No matter what.
Even when I tried to kill the neighbors.
“Kate,” he murmured, stroking my hair, “let’s go home. It’s okay. I fenced in the yard so you can’t chase the neighborhood cats anymore!”
Mary Schermer lives in a small town on the southern shore of Lake Erie and writes short stories for enjoyment.