The Grim Room

CHAPTER 10

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Rebecca headed toward the Panhandle.

            The day was immaculate, one of those February mornings in San Francisco where, for a moment at least, there was no rain, no wind, no deep, dank fog. Sunshine. Rebecca rolled her window down. What would it be like, to see him after all these years? She couldn’t imagine. And yet, of course, she’d already envisioned a thousand possibilities. But she was only here for closure.

            Maybe she’d be scared. She hadn’t thought of the possible negatives to this charade. What if Chris was a different person now, and not in a good way? What if he was violent? What if prison had done a serious number on him, psychologically? What if…

            Rebecca forced herself to focus on the positive. The letter. He’d surely grown. Changed.

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