ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINE

Behind Jessie, Emil had snuck up from the woods. He cared little about the drama that was currently unfolding. He had no idea who the boy was. Maybe this Aaron was his son, maybe he wasn’t. It didn’t matter to Emil. He also didn’t care if he pushed the little girl off the cliff. Emil figured she was probably his daughter, but even that didn’t faze him. All he cared about was that he had the chance to kill Jessie. He’d shove her over the cliff the moment he saw the boy push Abby. People would believe she had died trying to save her daughter.

He stepped forward from the trees, his hands out in front of him, ready to topple Jessie to her death. Manning might be right and the cops might be here any minute, but Jessie’s death would sure make up for all the trouble she’d caused him.