At 2:47 in the Morning, the Waitress Chose a Killer. By Dawn, She Learned He Had Been Saving Her All Along.

barely stand.”

“I am not shaking.”

He glanced at her hands.

They were trembling violently.

Elena tucked them under her arms.

Vincent’s expression softened, and that softness startled her.

“Come inside for five minutes.

Then we move.”

The funeral home smelled of dust, old wood, and lemon oil.

Inside, the front parlor had been stripped of furniture except for continue reading …