She could taste victory. Sensed it the moment Dave Collins entered the bar. It was time for the reveal of her true self.
The combination of nerves and anticipation streamed though her veins—she knew she must remain calm, no matter what.
Jane would not be the one to suffer. No, that sentiment was reserved for the man who sat in front of her. Who looked at her like a puzzle, maybe even a figment of his imagination? Perhaps he thought she was like this J he insisted he drank with, but no, Jane was real. And it was finally time to expose the horror she kept locked away in the depths of her soul.