Shiela looked out the window and saw it. She frowned, squinted to see it better. Was that a tree stump? How… it wasn’t there yesterday morning. No, it couldn’t be… then, it moved…
The coffee mug fell out of her hand, bounced painfully off her foot and shattered on the floor. A scream caught in her throat. That was most definitely not a stump… that was a man… dressed in camouflage. He had a rifle… a sniper’s rifle.
She looked down.
A red dot on her chest just above the lace of her nightgown.
Then, she sighed.
It was about time, she thought. After all these months, it was about time they found her. She accepted her fate, reached up and opened the window to give him a clear shot. At least, it would end the nightmares of what she’d seen…
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