I tell Jaynie as we run from the house. “No,” she retorts, breathless. She’s wearing the white dress she wore on one of our happiest days. How ironic she has it on this day, one of our saddest. “I did it,” she goes on. “I should suffer the consequences.” “We’ll talk about it later,” I say. I’m only appeasing her to keep her going. What Jaynie doesn’t know yet is that I’m not going with her. My intention is what it’s always been—to keep her safe. Someone has to come back to call the police and take the blame for what happened. Otherwise, we’ll both be fugitives, and the authorities will catch us. There’s no choice but for Jaynie to flee to safety alone. The idea was always for us to go together, and maybe we should have left ages ago. I see that now. With tragedy comes clarity. I guess just having the option to go gave us a false sense of comfort. I don’t know. We could have left the day the twins were taken away, but then—bam!—there was a baby to think of.
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